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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years ago

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Get Down pt 1

oops it’s mildly horny. I guess I’m in a mood?

Based on the song “Get Down” from the hit musical SIX

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Geralt’s eyes went wide when he entered the throne room of the Castle de Lettenhove. He’d remembered the name vaguely; that was probably why he’d showed up at the front door in search of a contract. Now, staring down the length of the impressively decorated stone chamber, he remembered why the name was so godsdamned familiar.

He’d been listening to the same high, clear tenor introducing his best friend for nearly ten years now. He remembered the name his favorite person on the Continent used when he wanted to sound impressive or get free room and board: “Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove.”

Fuck. Of course it was Jaskier’s manor house. Of course it was Jaskier’s lovely red carpet that Geralt was tracking dirt all over. Of course it was Jaskier’s father he’d have to beg for the opportunity to hunt monsters for less than sufficient coin. He kept his eyes respectively averted as he approached the throne and knelt, head bowed.

“My Lord Pankratz,” he rumbled, “I’ve come in search of a contract or perhaps one night of hospitality in return for menial labor.”

“Well met, Sir Witcher.”

Fuck. The Witcher glanced up and somehow managed to keep his eyes from widening in shock for a second time in five minutes. “Milord Pankratz.”

Jaskier took a steadying breath as Geralt looked him over. The part-time bard was glad he’d dressed to impress today (he’d been expecting a visit from a dignitary who’d never arrived) because Geralt showing up and bowing like a knight errant when Jaskier was at his best was sheer dumb luck. “Sir Witcher,” Jaskier smirked. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“As I said before,” the Witcher murmured, “I’ve come in search of a contract, or one night of hospitality in return for menial labor.”

“That sounds like a rather practiced speech, Witcher,” Jaskier intoned seriously. He drew himself up to his full height and pulled back his shoulders, shoving out his chest like any good Lord would. Geralt thought the lot of them were posturing idiots. When Jaskier did the same thing, however, the Witcher felt oddly proud and a little reverent. He stayed kneeling far longer than he would have with any other rude nobility. “What work could you do for me that would be worth a room in my house?”

Geralt’s face was aflame and he was glad that his mutations tamped down the majority of his blush. “I could chop firewood or carry water. I can cook a little and I’m good with horses.”

“Hmm.” Jaskier made his way down the steps and walked in a slow circle around the suddenly nervous Witcher. No Lord or Viscount had ever done that to him before. Appraising him with eyes he knew had seen his every high and low. Jaskier was his best friend, after all. He knew what Geralt was capable of; what was the point of this whole charade? “I suppose we can find you a room.”

Jaskier snapped his fingers loudly and clearly and one attendant appeared on either side of him. There was a woman to his left, no older than Jaskier himself, with her head bowed respectfully. On his right side stood a middle aged man with gently greying hair, his hands clasped tightly together and resting against his lower back; he carried the air of a man who never took a step without considering its efficiency and professionalism first.

“Matilde,” the Lord addressed the young maid. “Please fetch in Geralt’s saddle bags and bring them to the guest suite nearest my own chambers, darling. Send our gentlest stableboy to attend to the Witcher’s horse; she favors an apple or two before bed. Reyard, please measure our weary guest and have him bathed and clothed for dinner, if you would.”

“Yes, Milord,” the two servants bowed quickly and scurried off to attend to their various tasks. The valet darted forward and took Geralt by the elbow. The taller man startled and jerked away, somehow unable to break the valet’s dedicated grip.

“Right this way, Sir Witcher.”

“Wha-?” Geralt glanced up at Jaskier, whose chest was still puffed forward in a subtle show of power. The emerald green velvet of his tight, tailored doublet enhanced the brown of his hair and the blue of his eyes, making him appear even more youthful and angelic than usual. His trousers were impeccably clean and his boots were shiny and black; authority oozed from Jaskier like syrup from a tree. Geralt’s breath caught in his throat for a second time and he gulped. He found himself even more lost for words than usual in the not-bard’s presence.

“In exchange for your room and board tonight,” Jaskier explained, “You shall be my guest at dinner and humor me with several interesting anecdotes in the sitting room after our meal.”

“Y-Yes, Milord,” Geralt agreed. The valet ushered him away, then, leading him down several twisting halls to the young Lord’s private bathing pool.

“Milord Pankratz has requested that you bathe and wash your hair. He’ll send another servant down shortly to dress and groom you properly for dinner.”

“Uhm...thank you?” Geralt bowed. The valet shook his head and disappeared from the bathing chambers. The Witcher, exhausted and confused beyond all measure, did the only logical thing left to do: he undressed and slipped into the warm, steamy pool of water. He might as well enjoy what little bits of luxury he could.

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As soon as Geralt was far enough away, Jaskier released a long, slow breath and rested his hands against his knees. “Holy shit.”

“Milord?”

“Reynard! Thank you for doing me this favor.”

“Is this the Witcher you’ve spoken of all these years?”

“Indeed it is,” Jaskier nodded, glancing off in the direction of the baths. “Geralt of Rivia himself has graced my humble halls at last.”

“He seemed confused, Milord.”

“I haven’t introduced myself as Julian Alfred Pankratz for years,” the young Lord chuckled. “He probably forgot that I was called anything but Jaskier.”

“And your intentions?”

“Oh, I fully intend to seduce him, Reynard. Do not mistake my purposes there.”

“Of course,” the valet smirked. He’d practically raised the young nobleman, after all. They were each other’s confidants and friends as much as they were master and servant; Jaskier said goodbye to him privately every time he left to join Geralt on the Path, thanking the older man for all his years of friendship and advice. “Shall we execute the plan, then?”

“As much of it as we still can,” the Lord smiled. “That would be lovely. You’re a dear.”

“I expect that this evening will be more than entertaining, Milord.”

“Knowing Geralt, it certainty will be.”

#geraskier ficlet #geraskier fic #geraskier #bossy jaskier #witcher geralt #tired geralt #noble jaskier #viscount julian alfred pankratez de lettenhove #get down

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alice-beaumont-ravenclaw · 4 years ago

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Feliz Ano Novo!

A/N #1: Finally! Fic #4 of my Brazil series! In this story, the gang celebrate New Year’s Eve in Rio.

Brazil series: Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 1) | Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 2) | A Wonderful Surprise | História

Word count: 3688

Alice’s outfit | Playlist (The last songs (starting with Carioca) are mostly bossa nova, except for the very last ones, while the ones at the beginning have more of a samba beat)

“Have you seen Alice?”

Andre had just barged into the boys’ suite, looking slightly panicked.

“Isn’t it more likely she would be in the girls’ room?” pointed out Diego.

“I come from there! I wouldn’t be here otherwise. Charlie, do you know where your girlfriend is?”

“Last I saw her, we were all by the pool this afternoon when the concierge called her over, and she said she had to go fetch something. Haven’t seen her since,” replied Charlie.

“Ugh! I’m supposed to get her ready for the reception this evening,” said Andre, raising his hand to his forehead in desperation.

“Alice needs help to get dressed? Is she sick?” asked Barnaby, raising an eyebrow as he looked toward Andre.

“What? No! It’s just that I am in charge of the way she looks, and if it’s not perfect, it will look bad on me. My reputation will be ruined!” exclaimed Andre, falling on a nearby sofa.

“Don’t you mean you made yourself in charge of the way I look?” asked a voice coming from the doorway. “Not to mention no one in Rio knows that you are in charge of my look.”

“Alice!” exclaimed all four boys when they saw the Ravenclaw standing there, her arms crossed as a smile played on her lips.

“I thought you had a deadly disease!” said Barnaby.

“Where were you?” asked Charlie, noticing the plastic bag she was holding.

“Will I have a dance with you this evening?” chimed in Diego, ignoring Charlie’s glare.

But before Alice could say anything, Andre took her arm and started pulling her toward the girls’ suite. “No time for that! You can answer them all later. Time to get you ready for the reception!” he said before his head popped back into the doorway. “That also goes for you, gentlemen. Stop messing about and get ready!”

As the boys started to get dressed in their room, the girls’ room looked as if a hurricane had passed through it. Clothes were all over the living room as if Tulip’s and Tonks’ luggage had exploded. Which, in fact, they had.

“What happened?” exclaimed Andre and Alice, looking at the scene before noticing Penny. She stood silent in a corner, her eyes wide.

“Tulip brought magical firecrackers with her, and they exploded,” said Tonks, pointing her finger at Tulip.

“Jae Kim is untrustworthy. He sold me defective firecrackers!” grumbled Tulip.

“That does not explain why Tonks’ suitcase also seems to have exploded,” said Andre as he picked up a charred t-shirt, wrinkling his nose before letting it drop to the floor.

“I may have hidden some in her suitcase…” said Tulip, looking away, her lips pursed.

“My autographed Weird Sisters t-shirt!” exclaimed Tonks, holding up the remnants of a t-shirt.

“Why does Penny look shell-shocked?” whispered Andre.

“Exploding pillow incident?” wondered Alice, though she had her doubts.

“No,” said Penny as she walked over to Alice and Andre. “It just hit me that my vacation would be way better without these two.”

“Come on… They’re not that bad,” said Alice just as Tonks turned Tulip’s hair purple.

“You were saying?” said Andre.

“Ugh… Alright. Andre, close the door,” said Alice as she dropped her bag on a chair and took out her wand. “Silencio!” she said, pointing her wand at both Tonks and Tulip. She then cast a spell on all the clothes in the room to put them back in the suitcase. “Good thing Flitwick taught us that packing charm two years ago,” she said as she watched the pieces of clothing neatly get inside the bags.

“I love watching that spell at work,” said Andre as he turned Tulip’s hair back to its bright red colour.

“Honestly, I’d rather if we didn’t have to use any of these spells. Can’t you two ever be quiet?” said Penny as she sat on the sofa, glaring at the currently mute girls.

“Well, they currently are…” pointed out Alice.

“That’s because you used the Silencing Charm on them. As soon as it wears off, Tonks will scream bloody murder about her Weird Sisters t-shirt. Tulip will just say how boring we are for preventing her from destroying the hotel,” said Penny, massaging her temples.

Alice turned to her two silent friends, who were both looking down at the floor. “Look… I know your definition of fun may differ from mine or Penny’s,” she started saying, “but I think we can find a way to compromise so that we can all enjoy our vacation. But first, let’s deal with the situation at hand. Tulip, if you have anything else that goes BOOM, let me know so that we can dispose of them without creating a mess. Tonks, I’m pretty sure we can repair your Weird Sisters t-shirt, and worst-case scenario, I’m pretty sure that getting another one won’t be too hard considering they are all still at Hogwarts. Now, apologize to Penny.”

“Alice… they can’t speak,” whispered Andre before making his way to the bedroom.

“Oops, sorry, forgot about that. Finite Incantatem,” said Alice, flicking her wand.

“Sorry, Penny,” said Tonks and Tulip.

“Great! Now that that’s over, time to get ready for the party. Alice, I placed your outfit on the bed. I’ll go back to my room to get changed and come back for your hair and makeup. Chop chop!” said Andre as he left the girls’ suite.

All four girls looked at the door closing behind Andre when Tulip turned towards Alice. “Alice Beaumont?” she asked. “Why is Andre Egwu always planning your outfits?”

“I… don’t know, actually. I think it all started with the Celestial Ball. I asked him to create an outfit for Rowan and Ben, and he then wanted to take care of my look.”

“Wait… he actually planned one of your outfits before that. Remember when we went to the Proms?” said Penny.

“You’re right! Either way, beats being thrown fashion magazines at,” said Alice, rubbing her head.

“And if we don’t want him to throw the magazines he brought for this trip at our heads, we should get ready before he comes back,” pointed out Tonks.

About 40 minutes later, the girls came out of their room, preceded by Andre. Tonks was wearing golden flared pants with a black off-the-shoulder top, along with sneakers, to Andre’s chagrin. Tulip wore a short halter-neck dark blue dress with a raven motif on it and bronze flat sandals. Penny had a yellow midi-length dress with a cowl neck that was a little form-fitting, paired with black sandals with stiletto heels.

Finally came Alice in a green A-line dress made from layers of floaty silk organza with a draped bodice. Her feet wear adorned with a pair of high-heel golden sandals with a golden sequin rose on the side of the ankle. Her accessories remained simple, with a vintage gold necklace with a charm in the shape of a heart around her neck, a gold ring with a beautiful indigo blue quartz stone on her finger, and a golden headband of overlapping hoops in her softly curled hair. The look was completed by a small clutch embellished with golden mirrored beaded embroidery.

“Are these… the colour of the Brazilian flag?” asked Alanza, who was waiting in the corridor with the other boys in a simple white dress and silver gladiator sandals.

“Oh, Merlin, you think it’s tacky, right? I told Andre…” started saying Alice, ready to head back in her room.

“What? Oh! No! It actually looks lovely! I mean, it’s usually reserved for football matches here; otherwise, we don’t really wear our flag’s colour, but it’s very subtle in your outfit,” tried reassuring Alanza.

Unfortunately, both Andre and Alice looked mortified and ready to crawl under a rock.

“Alanza just said Alice looks great,” said Charlie, as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist from behind. “So let’s go have some fun and celebrate New Year’s Eve before the party ends.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear! Let’s go have some fun!” exclaimed Tonks, running to the elevators.

“By the way, what’s the drinking age in Brazil?” asked Tulip.

“TULIP!” yelled all her Hogwarts friends before Alanza could answer.

As they entered the Copacabana Palace’s reception room, they were dazzled by the decor, fellow attendees, and the live music. After being shown to their table, the girls headed straight to the dance floor, attracted by the lively music. The boys chatted about various topics, until someone caught Diego’s attention.

“How is Tonks dancing?” asked Diego as he observed the girls.

Tonks was squatting, swaying her hips as she gyrated her fist above her head.

“She looks like she’s about to throw an invisible lasso,” said Andre. “And… yup, Tulip just decided to join her.”

“At least neither seem to care about the looks they are getting,” commented Diego.

“Alanza really seems to be enjoying herself,” remarked Barnaby.

“Indeed. She and Penny are really graceful on the dancefloor. As for Alice,” added Diego, glancing toward Charlie, “her dancing skills have really improved since I first taught you two how to waltz for the Celestial Ball.”

“I honestly never thought we’d get through that without falling flat on our faces,” said Charlie, sighing as he remembered that evening.

“I heard you two nearly kissed that night…” said Diego, smirking.

“Good thing they didn’t, or we might never have had that kiss on the Quidditch pitch. If it wasn’t for that kiss, I wouldn’t even be certain these two were dating,” said Andre.

“Don’t forget the glow they both had coming out of that field last summer,” said Penny as she sat down. “That’s more evidence they are an item.”

“Penny...” said Alice through gritted teeth, daggers shooting out of her eyes as the other girls sat down and Charlie’s face turned a bright shade of red.

“Sorry, sorry. But Andre’s right. It’s not like you two act like a couple around Hogwarts,” pointed out Penny.

“It’s called being discreet,” replied Alice.

“Jae Kim did tell me he once caught them asleep on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room,” said Tulip.

“Did he?” said Penny, a glimmer in her eyes as they fell on Alice and Charlie.

“Oh, look! Our food is coming!” exclaimed Alice, ignoring Penny as Charlie took a big gulp of his champagne.

As the waiters placed the plates in front of them, Penny’s gaze remained on Alice, the corner of her mouth quirking up.

As they started to eat, Penny cleared her throat, “So―”

“We were studying and fell asleep,” interrupted Alice, not looking up from her plate. “Nothing worth alerting the press. On the other hand, Beatrice mentioned something about you snogging a certain someone instead of helping him study potion.” Alice’s eyes looked in Diego’s direction before slowly looking up at Penny’s face.

Penny’s cheek turned a light shade of pink as she stared at Alice, ignoring everyone’s gaze on her. She wouldn’t, would she? Then again, when push comes to shove, Alice wasn’t the kind to necessarily take the high road. No one could know Diego Caplan had once successfully seduced her. “The food really is delicious,” she finally said.

“Talk about a segue,” pointed out Tonks as she looked between Penny and Alice.

From then, the conversation took different direction, from Alanza’s time at Hogwarts to last summer’s Quidditch World Cup. Diego tried discussing samba techniques with Alanza, who revealed she had no idea how to dance a proper samba. She just danced to the beat of the music. Alanza seemed to enjoy listening to Barnaby talk about magical creatures. Andre was looking around at the other guests’ outfits, relieved they weren’t the only one in colourful clothes. Tulip and Tonks were whispering to one another, which made Penny down her champagne flute.

“By the way… How come we have a champagne bottle on our table? I thought Alanza said we had to be 18 to get alcohol,” said Alice, finally noticing the golden liquid in the flute next to her glass of water.

“Ah! I only said the legal drinking age was 18. But it’s not hard for teens to buy it,” corrected Alanza.

“Not to mention we do have someone who is 18 at our table,” said Andre, looking at Charlie.

“Oh! That’s right! Charlie Weasley is the oldest one here! Thanks for the booze, dear elder!” exclaimed Tulip from across the table, raising near-empty her glass.

“Don’t overdo it, Tulip. Champagne gets you drunk faster than you think, not to mention the hungover...” warned Alice.

“You got drunk on champagne?” asked Barnaby, taking a sip from his glass.

“No, it’s just something I heard my parents say,” Alice said, shrugging.

“Come to think of it… I never saw you drink alcohol. Not even firewhiskey at parties,” noted Tonks.

“That’s because she got sick as a kid because there was alcohol in a cake she ate,” explained Charlie.

Everyone stared at him.

“You… remembered that story I told you?” asked Alice, her hand over her chest, her eyes blinking quickly.

“How adorable!” said Penny, clapping her hands together before resting her cheek on them.

“It’s sickening,” said Tonks and Tulip.

Charlie’s face grew hotter as everyone was looking at him. Why was it so impressive that he remembered something Alice told him? He didn’t like everyone looking at him like he had discovered a new species of dragons when all he had done was remember a story. Taking Alice’s hand, he said, “Let’s go dance,” pulling her out of her chair.

“But… dessert?” said Alice as she followed him.

“Not really hungry anymore.”

As the couple made their way to the dance floor, everyone else at the table looked at them.

“They are so cute together,” gushed Penny.

“How long before he proposes?” asked Tonks, smirking.

“Well, according to Jae Kim, many have bet that―” started saying Tulip. She realized all eyes were on her and said eyes were all wide. “It was a rhetorical question, wasn’t it?”

Tonks nodded.

As everyone else shook their heads in dismay, Barnaby looked confused. “Who’s betting on what?”

“Come,” said Alanza, gently taking his hand, “let’s go dance.”

Back on the dance floor, Charlie and Alice were swaying to the bossa nova music playing. Alice’s mind seemed elsewhere, as she kept frowning as she looked at something over his shoulder.

“Is everything alright?” asked Charlie.

“Mmm? Oh! Yes! Sorry… It’s just that I’ve been thinking about what Alanza said,” replied Alice.

“What Alanza said?” echoed Charlie, his eyebrow quirking up.

“About my outfit’s… colour palette,” said Alice, looking back at whatever was behind Charlie.

“Alice, I already told you. You look amazing in your dress.”

“I know, but look around. I’m the only one wearing all the colours of the Brazilian flag.”

Charlie did as Alice asked. He noticed that many were wearing white like Alanza, while others were wearing various colours. Alice was right. She was the only one wearing the colours of the national flag.

“Maybe if I removed the ring…” muttered Alice, removing her hand from Charlie’s shoulder.

“What ring?” asked Charlie, returning his attention to his girlfriend.

“That ring!” said Alice as she stopped dancing, trying to pull the ring off of her finger. When she finally did, she looked around. “Left my clutch at the table, be right back,” she said as she started to walk away.

Charlie grabbed her wrist. “Wait. I can put your ring in my pocket,” he said, pointing to his pocket.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. Unless your ring weighs a ton, I’ll barely notice it.”

Alice chuckled and gave him the ring. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, tucking the ring in his pocket before placing his hand back on the small of her back while the other took her hand. “You know I’ll always be there for you, right?”

Alice raised her brows. “It’s just a ring, Charlie.”

Charlie shook his head.“Yeah, no, I meant in general,” he said, looking into her green eyes, “I’ll stand by you, no matter what.”

Alice stared back at him, looking into his warm brown eyes. “Charlie…” She started to lean forward when―

“And I'll never desert you,” sang Tonks in a whisper as she stood next to them with Tulip. The couple hadn’t noticed them dancing nearby, too focused on one another.

“I’ll stand by you,” completed Tulip, before they ran off.

“Tonks! Tulip!” exclaimed Alice, ready to run after them, but Charlie pulled her closer to him.

“Let them. My own fault for sounding so cheesy,” said Charlie, a corner of his mouth quirking up as he rolled his eyes.

“It wasn’t―” started saying Alice, only to notice Charlie raising an eyebrow at her. “Ok, maybe it was a little, but most romantic things could be considered cheesy in some way.”

“You thought it was romantic?”

Alice nodded. “I was actually about to kiss you when these two interrupted,” she said, her face becoming slightly red as she looked down.

Charlie let go of her hand and used his finger to gently lift her chin up. “Were you?” he said, leaning forward to close the distance between them.

As their lips were about to meet, Alanza arrived beside them, pulling Barnaby behind her. “Come on, you two! People are making their way to the beach for the countdown,” she said before disappearing into the crowd with Barnaby.

“And people wonder why they never saw us kiss in public,” grumbled Charlie as he took Alice’s hand.

“We keep getting interrupted,” said Alice with a little laugh escaping her lips as she took her clutch from the table.

They made their way through the crowd toward the doors that led outside. The horde was getting denser, and Alice could feel her pulse quicken and her shoulders getting tense. She needed to get out of that crowd. Now.

She let go of Charlie’s hand. “I… I think I forgot something in my room. Be right back,” she said before she started walking in the opposite direction.

Charlie looked at her silhouette disappear into the crowd, puzzled until he remembered her running out of the Celestial Ball. And her taking his hand after that concert. And at the Quidditch World Cup…

He spotted Andre and shouted, “I’ll just go back to the room with Alice. I think she’s not feeling well.” After Andre nodded to indicate he had heard him, Charlie made his way through the crowd to the elevators.

There were a few people around the elevators, but Alice wasn’t there. She must already be upstairs, thought Charlie to himself. He got onto an elevator, and when he arrived at the Penthouse floor, he went straight to the door of her suite and knocked. No answers. He knocked again. Still nothing. Maybe she was on the balcony. He got into his room and made his way to the balcony. He turned to look over at the girls’ suite’s balcony. There she was, quietly sitting in a chair, looking down at the crowd on the beach.

“There you are,” said Charlie, smiling.

Alice looked up, her eyes wide. “Oh! Charlie? You startled me.”

“I’ll come and join you,” he said, making his way toward the balustrade that stood between their two balconies.

“I’ll go and open the―” started saying Alice as she got up from her chair.

“No need,” said Charlie, jumping over the railing. As he landed, they heard something metallic fall to the ground.

“What was that?” asked Alice, looking around.

“Your ring!” said Charlie, a look of realization in his eyes. “Don’t move. It probably didn’t fall too far.” He looked around until he saw something glint on the floor. “There it is!” he exclaimed, raising the ring from the floor.

His eyes suddenly widened as he realized the position he was in. He was on one knee with a ring in his hand while Alice was standing in front of him. He blushed, but the darkness of the evening prevented Alice from seeing it. She simply stared at him, blinking. Did she realize what this scene looked like? Charlie decided to try something.

“May I?” he asked, taking her left hand. He slid the ring on her ring finger before looking up to see her reaction.

Alice raised her hand, looking at the ring on her finger. “I think,” she started, staring at the ring,” I was wearing it on my right hand.”

“What?” said Charlie, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes… see, it’s a bit loose on that finger, but I think it fits snugly on the other hand. See, fingers are…” started explaining Alice.

Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course, Alice had not realized what the situation had looked like. Romantic gestures usually flew right over her head unless they were obvious. That was part of her charm, really. Lost in those thoughts, as Alice explained the difference between fingers, he suddenly realized the music on the beach had stopped and that the DJ was saying something that got the crowd excited.

“Alice,” he said, interrupting her monologue.

“Yes?”

“I think they are about to start the countdown.”

“You think?” she asked.

Before he could answer, they heard the crowd on the beach shout, “DEZ!”

“I think you're right,” said Alice as she walked to the railing to get a better view.

“NOVE!”

Charlie got up from the floor and walked over to Alice, hugging her from behind.

“OITO!”

Alice looked up at Charlie, smiling softly.

“SETE!”

“I love you,” she said.

“SEIS!”

Charlie looked down at her, his eyes wide with surprise. It was the first time she had ever said this to him.

“CINCO!”

Seeing the tenderness in her eyes, he smiled back.

“QUATRO!”

“I love you too,” he said.

“TRÊS!”

He leaned down.

“DOIS!”

She closed her eyes.

“UM!”

Their lips were about to touch.

“FELIZ ANO NOVO!”

“Happy New Year,” he whispered before his lips covered hers.

As he felt Alice melt into his kiss, Charlie couldn’t help to think back at that moment when he had slipped that ring on her finger and the warmth he felt as he did so.

A/N #2: I hope you enjoyed this fic! Next up: Ipanema!

#alice beaumont #charlie weasley x alice beaumont #charlie weasley #Charlie x Alice #charlie weasley x mc #hphm #hphm mc #hphm fanfic #hogwarts mystery #jacob’s sibling #penny haywood #andre egwu #diego caplan #barnaby lee #alanza alvez #nymphadora tonks #tulip karasu #copacabana palace

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seodami · 4 years ago

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Our story | LSM

Part 1

This is our story. From the day we met till the day we part. Black on white, our most precious moments, never leaving us. I love your forever.

LSM

Genre: fluff, tiny angst

Warnings: 1 swear word oops

Word count: 1644

Pairing: idol!Lee Seokmin x fashion student reader

Note: Yayy this is the first introduction part where you get to know reader a bit better. Let me know other ideas of plots I’m always open and happy to listen :))) enjoy!

Our story masterlist | MASTERLIST

You let out a happy sigh as you sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. The sun was slowly warming up your hair and generally speaking, today was a great day. It was the beginning of spring and you could already see little flowers growing in every corner or see colourful butterflies fluttering around you.

You loved it. So much.

Spring had always been your favorite season. It was never too cold nor too hot.

With a few last steps around a corner, you finally reached your destination. You opened the glass door on which a tiny bell was attached to signify new customers. The smell of fresh baked cookies filled the lovely spring air and immediately let you sight contently once again. You really already loved today.

From behind the counter, your coworker Chohee looked up with a smile and greeted you joyfully like she did every other day you two happened to have the same shift.

It wasn’t too long that you’ve worked in this adorable café to earn some money for university, which was draining literally every cent you earn. It was exhausting at times but you always remembered yourself to stay relaxed and composed. It was for a good reason after all.

You started studying fashion design at university about 2 and a half years ago and what could you say. It was absolutely tiring and weary but you still loved designing all these different clothing pieces with every single inch of your heart.

Your free time was nearly non existent with your job and all the assignments and due dates you constantly had to work and have an eye on. There were days you forgot eating or drinking while overworking yourself immensely, which ended with you waking up in a hospital bed. It wasn’t one of your proudest moments but at least the dress you were working on turned out amazing.

“Today is amazing, isn’t it? I bet there will be a lot of customers today.” Chohee chirped excitedly, looking out the window. You hummed in agreement, having mixed feelings with that new realization.

“I feel surprisingly good today. Even though I stayed up till 3 am. It’s all thanks to your smile unnie.” You gave her a teasing nudge while tying the yellow apron with the sun logo of the café in the middle around your torso.

The girl giggled and gave you a nudge back. “Hey don’t play with my heart that early. I have a date with Sungho later, I still need it.” She grinned at you with that dreamy look of hers.

You shook your head laughing. With that you started preparing everything else for the day to make your shift smoother.

“By the way, how is your mom doing? Do you want to pack some cookies for her again?” Chohee asked you after the first customers of the day ordered.

You nodded with a smile in her direction. “She’s fine. Still working as hard as ever. That was my plan actually. I’m going to go see her later anyways to help her with some grocery shopping.” Helping your mom was never a big deal for you, even if she wanted to do it by herself most of the times. But with working as a house aunty for an idol group of 13 members, it was often hard for her to do the grocery shopping all by herself. Especially when it was time for a bigger shopping trip.

You had told her many times before that she didn’t have to worry about earning money but she kept insisting to support your payments for university. You were always so grateful for her so you were glad to help her out now and then, despite your stressful life at the moment. You loved her for supporting you so much.

“That’s so good to hear. I hope she enjoys our new cookies. I added a special ingredient today, do you know what?” Your nose scrunched up, thinking hard about her special something. “I don’t know... cinnamon?” You took a wild guess.

“It’s loveee...” she giggled and you immediately rolled your eyes with a small smile, which was hard to hide. “Damn you really are in love.” You chuckled patting her shoulder. She let out a long sigh. “Oh yes baby I am.”

When it finally was the end of your shift for today, you quickly changed the apron against your baby blue jacket and headed out without forgetting to say good bye to your friend and wishing her fun on her date.

As you were on your way down the road to your car, you noticed your phone vibrating in your bag. A quick glance told you it was your mom.

You accepted the call with a smile and greeted her cheerfully. “Hi mom, I just finished working. Are you going to the store now?”

You heard her sighting heavily. “Y/n honey no I am actually at the hospital. The doctor said I broke my foot.”

“What? How? Oh god are you okay?” You stopped walking, staring at the ground with a frown. There were the typical peeping noices as we all know them in the background.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a dumb accident. I slipped on the stairs and fell on my foot. But Y/n I was hoping to reach you. Can you do me a favour?”

You hummed, listening intently. “Sure mom. Are you sure you are alright? Should I pick you up from the hospital?” You would lie if you said you weren’t worried about your mother. It wasn’t common for her to have such accidents or generally needing to go to a doctor.

“No need for that, sweetie. I’m gonna call myself a taxi. But you see, I was heading over to the boys dorms to cook something for them since they must be hungry after their schedule. But I fell on the way there. Could you go over and make something quick for them? I really don’t want to loose my job because of that.” Your heart fell a bit. Cooking for bunch of grown up men with celebrity status? This was definitely not something that stood on your bucked list.

“Mooom... I would love to help you but-“ she quickly stopped you from talking.

“They aren’t even home by this hour. And I’ve told them already a lot about you. So no need to be embarrassed. And you know they are all very friendly. And you could just do something simple like jajangmyeon. They love it. I think they already have all the ingredients at their house.”

Your eyes moved around while thinking. If they weren’t even home yet, this wouldn’t be too bad, would it? And jajangmyeon was really simple and quick. There wasn’t really a way out at this point. You still wanted to help your mom.

“Alright... but if they come too early and see me, I’m out. Mom you know I can’t handle such situations well, unlike you.” You heard a laugh at the other side.

“Thank you Y/n. You won’t have to do it again, I’m going to work tomorrow. And you can do it. You’re such a pretty girl, who wouldn’t love you?”

You groaned with a chuckle. “Oh god mom stop I’m just cooking for them once. I’m heading to the apartment now then.” She laughed and agreed before saying goodbye.

This was really not how you were imagining this day would go but here you were, heading towards an idol groups apartment totally unprepared.

When you arrived, you made sure to ring the bell beforehand to make sure you weren’t intruding anyone’s privacy if someone just happened to be home. Lucky for you, nobody seemed to be home.

With a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomache, you quickly tapped in the password, your mom told you before and entered the flat without much noice. You stood there for a solid minute, listening to any possible sounds before gently chirping a ‘hello?’ into the empty room. No answer. Perfect.

You quickly took off your jacket and shoes as well as bag. With small cautious steps, you made your way to the kitchen. You helped your mom carrying groceries up to the kitchen a few times already so you were quite familiar with the location of said room. Still it felt quite awkward going around someone’s personal space without anyone present and especially without invitation. You know it wasn’t exactly intruding but it still felt like it.

As you started preparing the dish with chopping some vegetables, you remembered the few times you’ve met one of the members. It was brief but still, you remembered it til today. You believe his name was Seungkwan. You talked a bit and he sang your aunty his infamous ‘WiFi song’. It was the first time hearing an idol sing live in some sort of way so it was hard to forget how clean his voice was. And he was nice.

You started softly humming said song, grabbing another potato and began peeling it. It was all fine and good until you heard the quiet squeak of a door. You immediately stopped humming and stared down the hallway towards where the sound came from. Your heart started racing unintentionally and your brain switched to panic mode.

Please just be the wind or something, please don’t be a person, please.

And you knew you were fucked, when you heard someone walking. You quickly looked around panicked, thinking about hiding or running away. Or should you just jump out of the window? Would you get in trouble? God, you definitely would.

But before you could actually jump out of the window, you were met with a sleepy looking and not to mention insanely attractive man. Your heart definitely wouldn’t slow down with this view for sure.

Oh man, how did you even end up in this position?

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gingerwritess · 5 years ago

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SPILT COFFEE WITH PRE DATING IDIOTS

ok i just realised i should be labeling these as parts of a series cause that might be REALLY confusing to new readers oop

SO this is following the dick-grab/only one chair ordeal! lets get some tension started up in here. i’m craving blushy loki and tension so this should get things moving in that direction for our pre-dating idiots ;)

part 10/infinity of Loki’s Happy Ending, masterlist is linked in my bio!

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Break rooms at the Avengers tower are always...strange.

Today, there’s no “enhanced beings” or trained assassins eating donuts, it’s just a gaggle of technicians and facility operators huddle around the coffee pot.

Oh, and one probably psychopathic god-disguised-as-a-neurosurgeon-fake-boyfriend.

...that’s not even the strangest thing anymore.

You are a bit surprised to see Laing—uh, Loki—is the one in the middle. He’s the one they’re all laughing with, he’s the one telling the jokes, he’s—

“No, I think I’m going to keep her for a while, gents.”

—talking about you.

Oh, for the love of all that is holy, you just wanted some coffee.

You steel yourself for an onslaught of inevitable lying through your teeth, plastering on a small smile and pushing past Loki to get to the coffee pot.

“Gonna keep me, huh?”

A chorus of friendly chuckles goes around the little circle as Laing—god, no, Loki— just takes a sip of his own coffee with a sure “mmmhm.”

You force out a laugh. “Gee, thanks for letting me have a say in that decision, Robbie.”

“Mmhm.”

Okay. Disclaimer. You hadn’t had your coffee yet, so brain power...wasn’t on. And this might be the first time you’ve seen Laing without a lab coat, so maybe there was a blinded-by-your-fake-beauty bit of distraction as well.

Turning around with a roll of your eyes to head back out the door, you grab Laing’s chin in your free hand and plant a loud kiss on his cheek.

His entire body tenses.

...which only cracks the ceramic mug he was gripping apparently too tightly, hot coffee sloshing all down your front.

“Lok—LAING!”

Shoving him away, you grab a handful of paper towels and try to blot away the liquid, but the stain keeps spreading and Loki just stares in stunned silence as you stuff more napkins down your shirt.

The whole breakroom is watching.

A glance around brings you to a pause. “Heh...” you give a nervous laugh, reaching behind you for the god in question. “Isn’t he a weird little guy?”

Your hand fists in Laing’s shirt, dragging him right out the door behind you.

By the time you’ve shoved him into your office and slammed the door, he’s regained some smidgen of reality, not so frozen, eyes not so glazed.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you huff, digging around your desk drawers for napkins. “I just needed to get us out of there, y’know? I don’t want people asking questions, not many humans can break a mug like that—”

“Why did you do that?”

He’s still standing in the doorway, still Dr. Laing, still holding the broken handle from the coffee mug.

“Do what?”

“You know.” He takes a cautious step towards you, taking the idea of side-eye-ing to a whole new level.

“What, give you a kiss?” Straightening back up with a sigh, you resolve to just try to soak up the stain on your shirt with tissues. “We’re dating, Laing, and since you’d decided to use me as gossip material, I thought you’d appreciate me ‘acting the part.’”

He falls silent, watching your every move as you swipe furiously as the giant brown stain on your shirt.

“I don’t.”

You glance up at him, eyebrow quirking. “So don’t act the part?”

“Don’t...touch me,” he slowly replies, turning a piece of broken mug over in his fingers.

“Okay...that’s not going to make for a very convincing act, but you got it.” Something about him seems to have turned almost nervous, so you shoot him a small smile. “No touching.”

He nods, clasping his hands behind his back.

The way he rocks up onto the balls of his feet is very uncharacteristic.

A little bit childish. Completely unintimidating.

Ever since that unfortunate accidental dick grab, you’ve tried to make sure that Loki knows that it was an accident. This can’t get any more awkward than it already is, but now with that almost-accidental kiss going over so well...

Here goes nothing.

“So how’s work?”

His head cocks to one side. “Why do you care?”

“Just trying to make conversation.” You shrug and try for another smile, but his eyes narrow.

“We don’t have to speak to each other.”

“You’re just bursting with rainbows and butterflies, aren’t you.”

“Clearly.”

“Fine,” you sigh, giving up on trying to clean your shirt and slumping back in your desk chair. “I forgot, I’m just your pretty little pork chop. Don’t need to talk or anything—”

“That’s quite enough, little sausage.”

Standing abruptly from your desk, you round the corner in two steps and stomp towards this insufferable fake doctor, hand raised and hurtling through the air towards his face.

He catches your wrist before the satisfying—but completely pointless—smack echoes through the room.

“Don’t touch me,” he growls, switching back to Loki in the blink of an eye. “Next time, you lose your hand.”

“Then don’t talk to me like that.” You try to struggle out of his grip, but he holds you tight.

“Fine.”

“Fine! Now let go of me!”

He drops your wrist with a roll of his eyes, stepping away from you as you do the same, glaring as hard as you can possibly manage.

It’s been a while since you saw his real person, saw the real Loki, you realise. Maybe that was for the best.

You can’t help but stare, trying your best to turn it into a disapproving glare, but knowing you’re failing.

Loki’s decaying.

Literally, his body looks like it’s sinking in on itself: he’s thin, thinner than before so you know it can’t be healthy, and one look into his eyes shakes you to the core—skeletal.

His eyes are sunken, greying. Hair knotted and greasy, cheeks hollow, he raises a tired eyebrow at you.

“Seen enough?”

You thickly swallow your pride.

“Where are you living, Loki?”

“I’m not moving in with you,” he drones, kicking out one of the chairs in your office and lowering himself into it—every move looks like it could break him.

“Okay...wasn’t gonna offer, but good to know.”

“Most nights I stay in a lab here,” he quietly continues. “Just using a cloaking spell. I know I look terrible, you don’t have to remind me.”

“When was the last time you showered??”

“Laing showers every night. I can’t exactly waltz into the showers whenever I want.”

“So things you do as Laing don’t actually help...you?”

He shakes his head with a thin smile. “The one casting the illusions still exists, separate from that which they cast. It’s not meant for long term arrangements.”

Your mind is reeling. No wonder he looks so awful, if nothing he does in one form helps the other—

“Oh my god, Loki.” Your eyes widen in shocked realisation. “When was the last time you ate??”

“I just had a pastry with my coffee,” he frowns, running a hand through his tangled hair. “You saw me, I spilled it all over you.”

“No, Laing had breakfast. When did Loki?”

He thinks for a moment, pointedly avoiding your gaze.

“I don’t count the days.”

You steel yourself and point at your desk. “Under the desk, Loki. Don’t argue.”

He laughs, raising his eyebrows at you. “Going to turn me in, now that you know my weakness? Should’ve known.”

“No.” You snap your fingers, pointing at the desk again. “You’re gonna take a nap while I go get you some food. You’re gonna sleep, not Laing, not fake Loki, you. C’mon.”

“I most certainly am not—”

“Yes, you are. You’re a couple of days away from dying, Loki, and I don’t want to have to explain how my fake boyfriend died for the next few months.”

Okay, that was too easy.

He gets up, nearly stumbling as he trudges to your desk, narrowed, tired eyes on you the entire way.

You’re expecting him to argue, to threaten you for speaking in such a condescending manner—but he sinks to his knees, gripping the edge of the desk for support, and curls into a little ball under your desk.

You don’t know what to say. Or do. Or think. This is...new.

“I’m desperate,” he calls out hoarsely, eyelids already drooping. “That’s the only reason you win.”

“What?”

“If you use this opportunity to betray me, I’m past the point of caring.”

“I’m not going t—”

“When you do,” he cuts back in, “I won’t blame you.”

I suppose he is taking a rather large leap of faith here, choosing to trust you enough to conceal him.

“Just, um, sleep.” You flash him a slightly awkward smile to which he nods, and you turn for the door, flicking off the lights. “I’ll get some food.”

Silence, save for a few ragged breaths that gradually slow to a steady pace.

This is a perfect opportunity to turn him in.

He practically admitted defeat.

But he hasn’t hurt anyone, done anything for the past month; if anything, he’s actually helped people.

In fact, the god hugging his knees to his chest under your desk, immediately slipped into an exhausted rest, seems nothing like the crazed god who led a swarm of aliens to conquer your planet.

Nothing.

You push the thought of reporting him from your mind, focusing on the bigger question:

What in all hell do you feed a dying god??

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queenmorgawse · 6 years ago

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transmigration for dummies

chapter three. mdzs scum villain au. read on ao3 + end notes. credit to @lee-luca, esp as another bit of the comic is mentioned here. previous | first | next

One hour, thirty minutes and two hundred rules into his punishment, Jingyi is as bored as he’s ever been in this life. To top it all off, the System isn’t responding to any of his pleas for company, only responding with oops ): something went wrong when he tries to ping it. Back home, this is about when he would have given up on homework and started scrolling through his Twitter feed instead, but there’s not much he can do without his phone.

Ugh, he’d kill for one of these crappy McDonalds games. Even a Kinder toy would make him happy right now. Instead, he doodles on his torn-up first drafts, on which the ink made blots from his clumsy first attempts to imitate the original text’s elegant calligraphy.

He silently adds bic pens to the ever-increasing list of modern appliances he misses.

When badly-drawn stickmen get boring as well, he starts to think about the original Lan Jingyi in his life. Maybe that’s how it works, after all. Mom sure would love someone who’d actually go to bed early when she tells him to. On the other hand, once he got over the initial shock of modern Jingyi’s life, he’d probably find it pretty dull. High school isn’t about to compare to flying swords and cultivation, that’s for sure.

Opposite him, Sizhui is bent over his own stack of scrolls, poring over rows and rows of tiny characters and absent-mindedly running his fingers along the lines. From the way he hums to himself when he thinks Jingyi is too busy copying to care, he guesses they’re music sheets of some kind. Unlike Jingyi, he looks like he’s actually engrossed in what he’s doing.

Too bad. Jingyi’s reached that point of boredom at which he needs to talk to someone or else he’ll implode. ( Still, he promises himself he’ll stop if Sizhui shows even a hint of genuine annoyance. )

“Hey, Lan Sizhui ⎯ can I call you just Sizhui? Um, sorry I got you stuck here.”

To his relief, the other doesn’t look irritated, just surprised. “Sizhui is fine,” he ventures after a few seconds. A smile breaks out on his face. “That’s good. I was afraid you were still mad me, you’ve been so awkward all day...”

Wait, what? Who’s angry at you? Someone who kicks kittens for fun, probably.

Oh right, me. Maybe he’s the one whose brain needs a reboot. How does he explain that it’s not him who’s mad? Hell, he doesn’t even know what the original is supposed to be mad about. For some reason, it feels weird to ask, just because it seems important enough that admitting he forgot would be insulting.

“Anyway,” Sizhui continues after coughing into his sleeve, “it’s alright, you don’t have to apologize to me. I’ve got to go over these before tomorrow’s lesson anyway, I might as well do it here.”

“Inquiry?” Jingyi ventures, maybe-maybe-not because it’s the only title he clearly remembers from the ones canon mentioned.

“Oh, no. Asking very specific questions is still a bit out of my reach, but Fa...Hanguang-jun wrote down a list of phrases for me, so we’re going to try them tomorrow.” His face softens at the mention of Lan Wangji. If this was a fic, this would be when Jingyi keels over and presses his face into a pillow for a little while.

The chat devolves into musical cultivation. Jingyi muddles his way through it the best he can, feeling like he’s bullshitting an essay out loud, but Sizhui doesn’t seem to find his vague answers all that off-putting. He still pointedly glances down at the stack of unfinished notes on the table from time to time, but since Jingyi’s calligraphy has been getting worse and worse the less attention he pays to it, maybe it’s for the better.

When dinner time rolls around, they eat their bowls sitting on the steps leading up to the Library Pavilion, after Sizhui rightfully points out Lan Qiren would have their skins if they spilled even a drop of sauce on the sect’s precious texts. Gradually, Jingyi feels himself relax.

“So, are we chill?” he asks between two mouthfuls of rice.

Sizhui just stares at him.

Right. No slang. “...I mean, we’re doing good, right? We’re friends?”

Something complicated passes over Sizhui’s expression. It’s too fleeting for him to catch more than a glimpse of it, especially as it’s overridden by his usual calm smile before Jingyi can shove another rice ball into his mouth, but he could swear the other winced.

Well, ouch. It must show on his face, because Sizhui suddenly looks alarmed and adds : “Yes, yes, we are!” Another smile. This time, Jingyi can definitely see the strain. “We’re friends. You don’t have to doubt that.”

“Oh. Great!” Jingyi resists the urge to reach out and gently punch his shoulder. Who knows how it’d be perceived. “We’re gonna spend a lot of time together, if I’ve got to keep copying rules, so...I wanted to make sure.”

【OOC behavior detected : contradiction of backstory despite hints : -20 points. Current balance : 65 points. 】

Shut up! I want him to like me!

“We’re friends,” Sizhui repeats one last time, like he’s trying to convince himself. Then he reaches for Jingyi’s shoulder and gives his robes a tug. “We should get back in there. Two more hours before curfew, you can still get a few lines in. I won’t distract you.”

“Ugh.”

Jingyi makes a face. Sizhui laughs, and the tension from earlier dissolves. “Come on. The more you get done, the faster it’ll be over.”

It turns out they’re both severely underestimating the number of rules Jingyi can break without realizing, and therefore the amount of time they’ll be spending here.

Despite these setbacks, over the course of the next handful of weeks, Jingyi adapts to his new life the best he can. He finds out, with much relief, that even though he can’t access the original’s knowledge and memories, training since childhood pays off even after a body swap. He doesn’t have to think too hard about sparring, just keep a firm grip on his sword, and his muscles can apparently do the rest with minimal effort on his part.

It only works with the actual fighting, though. After going to bed feeling sore all over for a week straight, Jingyi gives up and gives the cold springs a shot. It freezes his limbs off, but the ache gets better after that. It even gets him about a dozen points, which he adds to the rest, gained through menial tasks across the Cloud Recesses and some well-timed mischief.

He also likes to think he gets some progress done with step one of his grand plan to survive this novel. There’s no undoing years of being a pain in everyone’s ass in a matter of weeks, but Jingyi still gives it his best shot - peppered with tasteful cursing at the System when it deducts points for actually following the rules or, you know, not being a dick to everyone he talks to. As a result, he goes from mostly being avoided by the other disciples to tolerated, even if no one but Sizhui goes out of their way to talk to him or invite him to join in on...whatever fun they have.

Jingyi doubts he’s missing out on much, at least where the Lans are concerned. But rumor has it some of the guest disciples snuck out into Caiyi to try some of the local wine, and he’s jealous of that, which is kind of irrational. He doesn’t even like the taste of wine that much, and besides, that may be too much of an infraction for a raised Lan, however prone to rule-breaking said Lan is supposed to be.

( He really can’t afford to slip up again. When he dared chop a solid forty centimeters off his hair after struggling to run a comb through it for the fifth time that week, the System’s alarm blared so loud he almost had an out of body experience. He’d felt the hundred points shaved off his score, though, even if he’d managed to negotiate half of them back. That was the spiritual equivalent of having a car zoom past right as you were about to cross the street, and Jingyi’s in no hurry to do it again...but with that said, it feels great not to have to deal with a bird’s nest every time he wakes up. )

Of course, he can’t just get comfortable with his new daily routine. Something has to happen. This time, said something takes the shape of a summon from Teacher Lan. Jingyi drags his feet over from the Library Pavilion and away from his sixth copy of Gusu Lan rules. His wrist is still complaining every time he bends it a little too far. Fuck corpse powder, it’s carpal tunnel that’s going to do him in.

Speaking of copies, maybe he shouldn’t slump this much. He’s fairly sure there’s a rule for that somewhere in the two thousand and nineties.

Given the circumstances, Jingyi fully expects another lecture from Lan Qiren the moment he sets foot in the communal hall, but quickly readjusts his expectations when he spots the small crowd of disciples gathered around their teacher. Most of them are familiar faces by now, except for the girls, who for some reason live in a completely different part of the Cloud Recesses. Still, he recognizes Lan Fan, the shimei who looks like she could bite your head off but actually gave him some pretty helpful tips on sword stances the other day, Tao Ming, the boy who’d seemed vaguely suspicious of him that first day, and of course, Sizhui in the forefront.

Lan Qiren narrows his eyes at him as he hastily joins the rest of the group. “Late again, Lan Jingyi.”

“Sorry, Teacher. This disciple was busy copying rules when he heard.”

A few of his companions snort, the noise quickly disguised as a sudden and collective bout of coughing. Jingyi can’t blame them ; if he’d heard the same words everyday for weeks on end, he’d be laughing too. Lan Qiren gives a long-suffering sigh, but whatever he’s about to tell them must take precedence, because Jingyi gets away with what might otherwise have been considered cheek.

“Madam Mo of Mo Village has sent us a request for assistance.” Given their teacher’s expression, he might as well said that she’d beaten down their door in the middle of the night and let a donkey loose in the courtyard. “From the servants’ description, it shouldn’t be anything more than a few walking corpses. Nothing a group of juniors cannot handle.”

Yeah, right. Despite knowing he’s supposed to let canon run its course, Jingyi still feels a twinge of apprehension. Why, you ask? He can answer that in two points.

Things Jingyi knows : mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

Things Jingyi doesn’t know : how to kill zombies with swords.

In theory, he did spend the last few weeks training, and he didn’t slack off either, thank you very much. Doesn’t mean he’s ever gone up against a corpse before. He’s a coward, okay? Horror movie night was hell, back in his own world. He’s in no hurry to experience it in real (?) life.

“Lan Sizhui will lead the group,” Lan Qiren continues. “I expect all of you to keep your behaviors appropriate and not bring shame onto our sect.” To no one’s surprise, Jingyi thinks, and throws the interested party a small smile. To his surprise, Sizhui blushes and looks down at his boots, looking both embarrassed and pleased. It’s an unfairly cute look on him, but again, most of his looks are.

Right on cue, the System wheezes to life like it just crawled out of a computer from the nineties.【Beginning stage checkpoint mission assigned. Destination : Mo Village. Mission : ensure the protagonist, Wei Wuxian, makes it to Mount Dafan to meet love interest Lan Wangji. Please click to accept.】

Jingyi mentally slams the Accept button.

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OOC function, here he comes!

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moramortar · 5 years ago

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Friend reacts to all DR1 and SDR2 characters

Sayaka- nice?? Like she looks nice but she might actually kill you. Ya know like the shy one that decides “you know what? I’m. Gonna shoot up a school”

Mukuro junko- she looks like your typical girl that starts arguments and issues in the classroom but everyone still loves her and tries to ignore the fact that she’s a raging bitch. She’s still pretty though!

Leon- ummm he kinda looks like a dad but like not a very good one. Like he looks like a punk rock dad that left his kids with their drunk mom.

Chihiro- she looks pure, like no ones ever wronged her, like she hasn’t experienced real life. *shes a boy* oops. Well—

Mondo- oh jeez. He honestly looks like an armadillo, he looks like your typical tough guy that ya know writes poetry in his room but doesn’t tell anyone. Lowkey looks like dean winchester

Taka- he seems like the guy that would like,, dance a lot at a party, like that crazy one, but he’d probably be scary like one of those scary drunks. I’d probably be his friend.

Hifumi- he seems annoying, like that kid that walks in a class thinking everyone likes him but he’s lying to himself cause everyone hates him

Celeste- umm. The Emo of the class. But really nice though! Just really emo

Sakura- oh wait yeah this is a girl right? I forgot about that. The guys are scared of her bc they wish their thighs were as thunderously elegant as hers and girls are scared of her bc she looks like she’d literally mess them up.

Mukuro- she seems like, like a book writer or an artsy person. She has plants in her room that she calls her children but seriously her eyes make her seem like she could be a serial killer. She could be Ted bundys long lost daughter *shes a soldier* wiTH THOSE ARMS?? NO. ITS LOKE TELLING ME TO BE THOR FOR A DAY.

Makoto- he seems like the kid that everyone just kinda pushes to the side but I’d be friends with him cause he’s cool. He might be a musician or an artist of some kind. Probably gets in fights frequently but he’d probably look good with a black eye so it’s ok

Byakuya- umm... he looks like that preppy kid that I would hate but he’s probably a nice guy it’s just I would lowkey wanna Stab a spork through his eye. Specifically a spork cause they’re superior.

Toko- she definitely looks like someone that people would not think could do karate or some kind of violent action. She looks like she wouldn’t be capable of commiting a murder but she honestly could. Like choke her with her braids or something.

Genocider- interesting. She reminds me of that guy from kiss. I think that’s his daughter. I’d probably be friends with both. She seems like a cool person, she’d probably kill me but I’d still be friends with her.

Hina- she looks like she’d be on the swim team, she seems like just a regular teenage girl but she might be a dancer but that’d be rough cause she’s packing a lot in her chest area. Yeah but she looks like an athlete.

Hagakure- hm. He looks like he goes to the beach a lot, like he looks like a beach boy. Idontknowsasjsh yeah he seems like an ordinary guy, I don’t know why he thinks wearing flip flops.... HONESTLY I don’t like guys that wear flip flops.

Kyoko- she looks like she came straight out of twilight not gonaa like, she looks like she’s friends with the emo girl from earlier. Like one of those pastel emos that still listen to blood on the dance floor. She seems innocent but could still mess you up like full karate chop on the neck. I love her hair.

Monokuma- hhh ok so I know he’s like not good. But honestly he’s so adorable I’d probably pick him up and cuddle him. He’d probably rip my neck out but that’s ok. *he would explode if you poked him up* ahahah oof. It’d be worth it

Junko junko- wait she looks similar to the other girl that has the same hairdo. She looks like she’s a hardcore headbanger rocker. Overall she seems like a nice person but she’s probably crazy. She seems like an Aquarius. She’s a partier. Either an Aquarius or a Capricorn *SHES ACTUALLY A CAPRICORN OMg*

Twogami- Oof. Umm he looks like someone that I would literally think about killing. Like literally he looks so annoying like those kids that would annoy others. WAIT IS HE THE SAME GUY AS THE OTHER ONE like they look similar but he looks chunkier.

Teruteru- he looks like a chipmunk but like Alvin and the chipmunks probably wouldn’t accept him. He probably cooks nice cause he has a tiny chef hat.

Mahiru- she seems nice like she likes to walk around in nature and take aesthetic photos. Probably likes to dye her hair cause that’s not a natural red. She seems like a nice lady

Peko- umm she looks like a mean girl like also she gives off vibes of innocent like it’s kinda confusing. She looks like she has a weapon. She looks like the kind of person that would play with swords.

Ibuki- she definitely looks like a punk rocker. But she looks like a fun person. She likes to have a good time.

Hiyoko- she kinda looks 12??? But umm she seems like a really innocent person but ifk what’s going on with her hair. It’s better than the armadillo guy but still. She looks like someone you’d call a bean

Mikan- she looks deranged. Like I would say borderline depressed but she’s almost there. She looks like she’s seen some shit. Maybe go to the salon.

Nekomaru- ??????? He looks like wolverine. But he looks like a typical action movie star. Brobably a bad guy but that’s ok. Legit don’t mess with him.

Mechamaru- well now I’m just confused. Well he sure as heck don’t go beep hoop beep boop. He has a higher language than that. He looks like he’d mess u up if you wronged him. *hes the same as the one before* oh yeah they have the same shoulders.

Gundham- !!!!! I love his hamsters. I don’t even care if he’s a psychopath I’d be friends with him. He looks like he’d be one of those people from PETA!!! He cares more about animals that humans. Which is a big mood. lookatthelittleoneonhisshoderomgg

Nagito- um yeah that one idk if it’s a he or she but it looks like she is like idk but she’s mental. She kinda looks confused psychotic, j don’t have a third word. *its a guy* oh ok so that dude looks like that. His hairs crazy like a tornado went through it.

Chiaki- she seems pretty innocent. She looks like a freshman in high school before they’ve seen all the crap you gotta deal with. Yeah she honestly is like the baby of the whole thing. She hasn’t experienced life enough to destroy the earth.

Monomi- this ones pribabyl dangerous too but I’d love him until he kills me. (Muffled rambling about pronouns) would have as a pet or child. Idk if it speaks.

Hajime- so if he just like cuts off that random piece out of his hair he seems like a chill guy minus the penis sticking out of his head. I’d probably date him but like what is up with that hair.

Izuru- another punk rocker probably but honestly he seems like he’s distant from others. He lurks in the back waiting for his turn to do crazy shit. He sees all. Literally Jesus.

Akane- hoe of the class. That’s it. She seems nice though but like I think she needs a new bra and a new shirt. No shade that’s just not how you should be dressing to go to school. That was basically how my sister dressed to go to school.

Fuyu-I don’t like him. He doesn’t seem like a nice person. He seems like that lawyer that everyone hates. It’s just their job to be assholes ya know. Like that kid who’s over privelidged

Soda- wait that’s supposed to be a guy right. He kinda looks like he works on cars but like he seems like a funny quirky just like overall funny guy. Probably a little crazy. Probably an Aries idk. Yeah he seems like he can be crazy but does his job well-ish.

Sonia- I’m conflicted bc she seems like a nice person but she also sends like the kind of person that seems innocent but will blackmail you. Like she knows all your secrets. I like her hair though.

#danganronpa trigger happy havoc #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 6 years ago

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The shows that have made it this season will be getting their tags...soon. Because I fell behind early in the season, trying to read ahead is nastier than it really should be...

Update: I forgot to roll out the tags...! Sorry about that.

One Punch Man 2 1

This season’s name…sounds counterintuitive, to say the least.

I love how Genos is carrying a box of hijiki (which looks like hair) and Saitama’s wearing a shirt that says “hair” (in kanji) all over it. It’s funny for a bald man and his “work of modern art”.

I never knew Genos was so blunt. Maybe because the last season was a good 2 – 3 years ago…and was by Madhouse and Shingo Natsume, and so this feels slightly different.

Oh, Sonic…! I didn’t realise how much I missed you! (Not to mention, you look hot with the off-the-shoulder shirt, y’know?)

“Enoki” is a type of mushroom.

Oh, Garou!...Oh wait, there isn’t much more of the episode left, is there…?

Afterlost 1

Oh great…this is the second time the subs don’t work on my device of choice. Then again, it seems to be a problem with the ad blocker and not the video…Okay, fiddling with the ad blocker worked.

Let’s play Spot the Main Character Amongst All the CGI Guys! Yay! (obviously sarcastic)

Without the volume…this OP is, to not put it lightly, s***.

Shoumetsu means “extinction”, not “lost”.

And the reward for Jankiest CGI this season belongs to…

Okay…this is stupid…if it f**ks up even more, I’m out of here!

I know the horned owl is your mascot, but that doesn’t mean you needed a real owl.

Waittttttttt…how did the scientists know Yuki’s father was responsible for this stuff anyway?

I feel like Takuya was shoehorned in. I mean, there’s a better example of this character type in Naofumi (Shield Hero).

This guy’s name, as we know it, is Geek. Wow (sarcastic). Also, I find it funny Takuya has a “ta” on his licence plate.

“…she’s just a package.” - Welp, you don’t get any more blatant than that for female denigration! I think Anime Feminist had a field day with this one.

Come to think of it, I saw some helmets back at Geek’s place but Takuya never seems to use one…

You had one job, Takuya…*sigh*

I swear I said a few previews ago I don’t like 1st person cam…no one ever listens to me, do they???

Not dis shitto agen!

Okay, enough complaining. It seems Yu-no wasn’t bad enough, so they had to produce something like the Chaos Dragon and Seisen Cerberus of old…

RobiHachi 1

It’s Takamatsu being Takamatsu again. Also… I forgot to mention this earlier, but…Taiga Umatani seems to be related to Kurari Umatani (who is credited for Boueibu), so…I wonder if it’s a collective writer’s name for Studio Comet, like Izumi Todo for Toei? The only thing that goes against that is the fact “Kurari” existed during the Diomedea days of Boueibu. Also Isekandar seems to be related to Yamato’s Iscandar (which Takamatsu seems to like, based on the fact he once used Matsumoto metres as a shorthand for being in space). If you don’t understand, Yamato’s endgoal contains a place called Iscandar and that’s by Leiji Matsumoto.

Okayyyyy…what are these rabbit creatures…? But yes, it does smack of Boueibu simply because the episode layout’s the same.

Hmm…? So Robby seems be En (the do-nothing life) in spirit, but Kinshiro in background, but also he runs away from his fortune. “Hmm” indeed.

Oh! That’s what this string of misfortunes reminds me of! The monsters of the day from Boueibu.

Acrymalide.

Hatchi is a Kinshiro in looks but an Atsushi by being a goody-goody.

Hmm…they actually bother to show girls now…apparently Takamatsu went to a boys-only school, which is why his original works focus on dudes (as in, you can pick out when Takamatsu is adapting someone else’s work because it has a heavier focus on girls as supporting characters).

Mechs and spaceships are probably two of the only ways I accept CGI…and you, Takamatsu sir, have just done it (the latter)!

Aw! Lookit his (Hatchi’s) face light up like a Beppu’s! It’s cute!

Hatchi getting out the hatch…lame, but still somewhat effectve on me (because that’s my wordplay game you’re playing, Takamatsu…!).

LOL, it’s a transforming mech. It seems my words from a few comments earlier were basically foretelling the future.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 2

Yikes, “Sakonji Urokodaki” has a lot of strokes…

My Little Sister Lives For Headpats…hey wait, don’t all anime kid sisters do that(?)

For some reason, I know the “Don’t Lose Your Way” meme from Kill la Kill and yet I’ve never…watched KlK…?(!)

I swore that was Giyu (it’s the haircut, I swear), but it’s a random demon…

When all you have is a hatchet…use your head. (LOL)

Ooh, nice eyecatch!

This is really black comedy, in a sense. (I remember this demon fight from the manga which is why I say that.)

Hmm…this wispy stuff wasn’t in the manga.

Come to think of it, I don’t know how Tanjiro got his scar…

If you squint really hard, you can see CGI Urokodaki and Tanjiro…

He probably has no footsteps because of his shoes. Or the fact he’s a ninja. Were there ninja in the Taisho era…? Update: Tanjiro has the same kind of shoes…oops.

Come to think of it, Daisuke from DN Angel had to dodge traps every day before he became Dark…(thinking of this because I reread the first volume of DN Angel recently)

Oh! Manga panel preview! That’s quite fun, really.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 3

I just really like how Tanjiro’s eyes grew larger with what was clearly resolution before he closed the door.

Why do the non-descript hunters look like Giyu too…?

I’ve never seen KnY so comedic…and that’s coming from someone who thought the Head Demon fight from last episode was funny.

Welp, this is…kinda interesting (<- says a fan of Touken Ranbu).

This letter writing…it reminds me of Kekkai Sensen somewhat.

This realistic water…it’s beautiful, but it looks like it came straight out of Niagara Falls. Is that…too realistic for anime?

“No matter…”

It’s a fox version of Speed of Sound Sonic! Then again, the real Sonic is around this season and probably won’t be happy about that comparison…

Is “that guy”…Giyu? Or the demon who slaughtered Tanjiro’s family?

Spider lilies! I didn’t mention it last time, but the symbolism of the spider lily makes the ED real cool.

Bungou Stray Dogs 26

I’v read the wiki page for Chuuya enough to know the next few eps involve the LN Fifteen, so even though I haven’t read a translation of the source material, I know some of the ins and outs of it already.

Ooh! Kitty! (If you’re a manga reader, you’ll know the cat’s significance.)

I think at this point in time, all viewers are used to Dazai’s bulls*** by now.

Is it just me…or did Bones use CGI for the city? It actually looks kind of good…! Sasuga Bones!

I have a fic that predates Fifteen and could be set in the same period (the fic’s vague enough that it could’ve been them at 15, 18 or even 12)…and basically the only thing I got wrong was the fact Chuuya doesn’t have his hat (because I wrote Chuuya as having his hat in the fic). Also, the banter is tenser than I imagined it, but that’s subjective and something only I, the fic writer, can compare.

I wonder who the yellow-tinted Ability holder is…? Update: That’s Randou. Spoke too soon.

There was a box in the subs…I wonder what symbol that might’ve been.

“…closest to the explosion.”

BSD 3 2

Oh, so that’s what Randou was for! I see now.

Chuuya may be OP, but he’s one heck of a fun character…also, he’s not as OP as Saitama, so…yeah.

Oh, the ED from last time is the OP. I should’ve known.

I like the almost storybook-style of this episode!

I thought Dazai was faking releasing the hostages…I was wrong.

Face-stealing aliens return! (They were around last ep too, I think, but they were harder to see then.)

Again, watch for the cat!

Well, with only one suspect (or 3, if you count the Sheep kids), it was quite easy to figure out one of them was behind it. I kind of suspected Randou, anyway, considering what I’ve learnt from all the mysteries I’ve read.

Because I was watching this episode with the volume down low (so I could hear the OP and ED), the volume really did work wonders for the plot this ep…!

King of Prism – Shiny 7 Stars 1

This is the final debut of the season, so basically how this and Shield Hero perform will decide what will stay and what will go. Oh, yeah…apparently this is the companion to a movie, but the movie and TV series have slightly different content.

This dude’s (the one at the very start’s) so grumpy.

…welp, I didn’t expect it to be that much CGI.

This chunk of exposition…makes me feel like I missed something. It was probably in the previous movies, come to think of it…

Basically, this is…uh, Makura no Danshi or Room Mate all over again??? I’m noping out of here…! Bye!

Shield Hero 14

I’m putting this on the chopping block…just so you know.

…uh, age gap romance? It’s hard to tell at this stage, but they (Filo and Melty) sure act like it is romance.

Welp, this survived the chopping block. “Raphtalia backstory” is a good enough reason to stick around for, isn’t it?

Double Decker! EX 3 (FINAL)

I always miss the OP when I’m not watching Double Decker, but I miss the ED even more…

I can’t believe they tried to get away with a Spirited Away parody…!

I can’t believe I get to see Dr Apple all buttered up like this…

I love how Kirill is censoring himself. (At least he can prove he’s not a girl, unlike Valery/Milla, whose entire shtick is the confusion between genders.)

Oh! I think I know the answer to the case already! It was Kirill’s soap, so Doug is the “killer”. But then…why is it Derick, of all people???

LOL, the angles were so reminiscent of Detective Conan…

Underwear-stealing sextuplets…? Why does that kind of sound like Osomatsu-san…?

Ahh…I really am going to miss this ED. See you next time!

Shield Hero 15

I never thought Raphtalia would be so angry…that’s Naofumi’s job.

Okay…it’s the age-old question: do demis listen with their animal ears or their human ears? Do they even have human ears??? (That’s 2 questions, isn’t it…?)

Uh…CGI dinosaur, much?

Shield Hero 16

…and of course, the Queen is a loli. Of course (<-sarcastic).

“Why’d I even have to feed this KFC farm?” – LOL, but I wonder what it sounded like in Japanese…? (i.e. I didn’t listen to it and when I try to do that, there’s always something over the top of it…)

Sarazanmai 2

I wonder if I’ll ever get used to watching Ikuhara on a weekly basis…?

Kappamaki…geddit?

Wait…y’mean, Keppi’s breath smells like cucumbers? Uh…okay, TMI.

Enta’s Japanese house kind of looks like the one in Mawaru Penguindrum.

Wait…why does the Japanese word for “Fish Buffet” (Osakanazanmai) end in –zanmai? Does that mean Sarazanmai is…Dish Buffet?! (LOL)

Notably, one of the signs said “Union” in katakana. It must be an English play on words…y’know, trade union and union = connecting with each other? I’m surprisingly enjoying myself a lot with Sarazanmai, by the way. I didn’t think I would, but I am!

I think that might be Irohassu water. Or Dasani. I saw both those brands in Japan, but I don’t remember which had the green flowers.

Oh…my goodness! Nekoyama (Cat Mountain) Mokichi (written with kanji for “hair” and “luck”). It’s a Boueibu monster! Frick, I’m laughing too hard!

It’s very small and very thin, but the word next to the cat in the eyecatch is neko.

“…Meow God!” – It’s a pun on “Oh, My God!” but with a “meow” in it. It’s pretty forced, but it does get the nuance of the joke across…

Why the heck did the subbers choose “herb” as the word for weed in this? “Weed” is sufficient, right? Right…?

Well…if that spurt of water wasn’t symbolic…I don’t know what is.

The title translates better as “…but I want to steal”. Y’know, add a little force into it.

The two As and the “sara” below it seem to make a zombie face, huh?

Ooh, that ending…

#simulcast commentary #one punch man #sarazanmai #tate no yuusha no nariagari #Chesarka watches Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari #the rising of the shield hero #RobiHachi #double decker #bungou stray dogs #King of prism - shiny seven stars #Kimetsu no Yaiba #shoumetsu toshi #afterlost #Double Decker! Doug and Kirill #Demon Slayer #Chesarka watches KnY #Chesarka watches OPM #chesarka watches bsd #Chesarka watches Sarazanmai

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queens-floyd · 6 years ago

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Drummer Girl pt. 5/Holiday Special

Masterlist

A/N: the beginning is eh angsty but it gets really fluffy ;) it’s a “Christmas special” a day late. Oops. Also I’m sorry to the people in the tag list I forgot to add one on pt. 4. Forgive me!

Roger Taylor x OC

Warnings: Language, alcohol

Lavender’s POV

It was that time of year again. Christmas Eve. Honestly, I haven’t had a real Christmas since my dad left. Before, we would throw parties and have feasts, see all my cousins and relatives, it was my favorite holiday. After that, we stopped going to family gatherings all together. They didn’t want to see us and we didn’t want to see them. My mum’s side of the family lived in another country and since my dad left, we couldn’t afford to visit them. My mum and I tried to celebrate Christmas as much as we could, but times got hard and eventually we stopped the traditions completely seeing we both started working and earning money was more important than celebrating.

Now, I’ve completely forgotten what it’s like to celebrate Christmas. It’s just a normal day for me. I ordered take out from one of the last stores open and enjoyed my lovely alone time. I ended up felling asleep on my couch with some half eaten chow fun on my chest.

I slept peaceful until I felt some sort of ball hit my head. I sat up suddenly expecting to have spilt my noodles all over myself, but I wake up in a different sofa... in my old house. I look around to see who threw that ball and I see two young children sprint past me. I look around some more and I see dozens of people, adults and children. I shake my head and realize these are all my relatives. There are lights and food, so much food, and a giant Christmas tree by the window I would use to practice guitar. I sat there in confusion for a while til a voice pulled me out. I felt a hand on me and I flinched.

“Oh honey, you’re finally awake.” The voice says. I look over and I see my mum.

“W-what? What is h-happening?” I said shaking. She is here. Right here in front of me. Touching me. I feel tears well in my eyes. “Mum?” I say shaken.

She looks healthier from when I last saw her. More full of life. Her beautiful long hair was curled and put up into a messy bun and her makeup is how she would do on holidays. She was wearing a gray wrap dress and low black heels. She looked so beautiful.

“Honey, are you okay?” She says looking concerned.

“I think she’s just disoriented from taking such a long mid day nap.” A voice behind her says. A hand reaches to her shoulder and a face all too familiar appears. A face that I haven’t seen in a very long time.

“D-dad?” I say, not caring that nothing makes sense.

“You shouldn’t be napping kiddo. It’s Christmas and your cousins wanna play with you.” He says laughing. Kiddo. He use to always call me that and I absolutely hated it. Now, it is so relieving to hear it come out of his mouth. He is wearing the ugly Christmas sweater I bought for him when I was eight. It was the first time I bought something on my own.

I jump up and hug both of them tightly. Just to make sure they’re there. They both are shocked at first, but they hug back tightly.

“Woah there kiddo, you’re gonna put out my back.” My dad says. We all laugh and hear one of my aunts call everyone over to open presents.

As I walk to the tree I see the feast of food layed out on the table. My mouth waters. I haven’t eaten food like this since forever. My mum was a great cook and we would always cook together before she got sick.

We got to the presents and my parents handed me a large, wrapped box with little reindeer on the paper and a big green bow. I took it and they smiled widely as I opened it. I tore the paper and underneath there was a suitcase.

“Well, go on open it! We hope it’s what you like.” My mum says.

I unlatch the two latches and slowley open it. Right as it fully opens all other sounds drown out and a loud ringing is heard. Then banging. Then more ringing. It sounds like the doorbell to my apartment. A few more rings and bangs, everything disappears. I rub my eyes and when I pry open my eyes again, I see I’m still on my couch with noodles all over my pants. I was all a dream. I sigh as I hear the doorbell again, then a few pounds at my door. I slowly walk over to my door, upset at whoever woke me up. I go to unlock the door when I hear muttering from behind the door.

“Come on she isn’t home. It’s Christmas Eve she’s probably with family...” a voice says

“One more time then we’ll leave”

I open the door to reveal the four infamous members of Queen and Mary. All of them understandably surprised and Roger with his fist up, about to pound on my door.

I look at them wide eyed not expecting this sudden arrival when they all shout out, “Merry Christmas!”

“Huh?” I say really, really confused.

“Uhh she might not celebrate Christmas...” John says from the back. They all look guilty and slightly cringe at themselves.

“Oh no, I do.” I say, “well, I did...”

“You don’t look like you’re celebrating” Freddie says. I look at myself in my week old pajamas, noodle stains on my pants.

“Well I don’t celebrate anymore.”

“Why not?” Brian says as I step aside for everyone to come in.

“No one to celebrate with I suppose?” I shrug and go to clean up my mess.

“That’s sad.” Freddie blurts, “Well now you’ve got us, and we are taking you to a Queen Holiday Extravaganza! And I am not taking no for an answer.”

“Okay...” I say hesitantly.

“Excellent! Let’s go find you something to wear!” Freddie says as he he waltzes into my bedroom.

“Freddie! Don’t go in there with out her permissi- ugh!” Mary says as she looks back at me sympathetically and chases after him.

I look around and John and Brian are examining my guitar collection. Then I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and it’s Roger with a large box wrapped in little reindeer wrapping paper and a large green bow. It looked vaguely familiar.

“I got you something... I thought the boys got you something as well, but I guess they didn’t get the memo.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

I laugh and shake my head, “you idiot, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything.” I lightly punch his arm and take the present. Honestly, I was really happy and greatful for this gesture. I haven’t gotten a Christmas present in a very long time, so this really meant a lot to me. I rip open the gift and open the cardboard box inside. I remove the tissue paper and see a t-shirt. I pull it out and it is probably five times too big for me. I peek out from behind the shirt and raise my eyebrow at Roger. He is wearing a huge smile on his face as he motions for me to flip the shirt. I flip it and the first thing I see is his face, prominent on the front. It shows all the boys and the word ‘Queen’ and their logo. On the shirt there is a big red heart drawn over his face and smaller hearts around it. I glare at him again and he is doubling over laughing. I go over to attack him when he holds up both his hands.

“Woah woah woah, there is one more thing in there.” He says trying to defend himself.

I look back to the box and toss the remaining tissue paper. I pick it out and see that it’s Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’ on vinyl. I look closer and see the signatures of Roger Waters and David Gilmour.

“Oh my God. You didn’t” I scoff

“I think I did” He says crossing my arms and peeking at my astonished face.

I let out one more loud laugh and tackle him to the floor in a hug.

“Roger!” I screamed at him as he held me on top of him. We were both laughing hard, “how did you know?”

“Well, when I was doing your laundry after your whole... incident, I stumbled upon all of your Pink Floyd memorabilia. You seem to take a liking to another Roger who isn’t me.” He says offended.

I laughed and hugged him once more before rolling over next to him on the floor. I hold up the record to examine it once again. “This is awesome. How did you manage to get this? It hasn’t even been released! And how did you get them to sign this?”

“Did you forget? I’m famous, love. I met up with them and that Roger is apparently a fan on this Roger. They wanted Queen to take a listen, ya know from one band to another.” He says turning over to me. I tackle him into another hug.

“Ok I found a dress for you Lavender!” Freddie yelled from my bedroom, “it took us ages to find a suitable dress in that mess you call a- woah” all the attention shifts to me on top of Roger and I jump off of him quickly, elbowing him in the stomach in the process. He groans in pain and John, Brian, and I snicker at him.

“Well, whatever was going on needs to take a break because we need to be at this party by 6:00 and it is currently 6:15. I do like to be fashionably late, but at this rate we’ll miss the good booze so... chop chop love birds.” Freddie says as he tosses me a small red dress that I haven’t worn in ages.

I hold it up to reveal the tiny fabric, “Uh... this will definitely not fit me. Can’t I wear some jeans and a shirt?”

“Squeeze yourself into it love, it’s a Christmas Banquet so you must present yourself nicely my dear.”

“Whatever.” I say rolling my eyes to squeeze myself into this dress. I somehow get my body into in and look at myself in the mirror. I could care less what I wear as long as I can drink alcohol in it. I put on a leather jacket and motorcycle boots and walk out of my room.

As soon as I walk out all the attention is on me. Roger’s mouth waters and I throw my pajamas shirt at his face.

“I brought you some booties Lav,” Mary says handing me some heeled boots. I cringe at the sight of heels knowing from experience that alcohol and heels don’t go well together, “don’t worry they’re more comfortable than they look.”

I sigh and stick the on and get use to the new height.

“Very well. Should we go?” Brian says.

We leave accordingly out of my apartment. Freddie and Mary holding hands and Brian and John close after. I grab my purse and start to exit. I feel Roger come up behind me,

“You looks spectacular Lavender.” He says close to my ear. His hand rests on my hip and gets too low. I glare at him while he has a nasty smirk on his lips. In my quick temper I punch him in the gut as he doubles over in pain and groans loudly.

“Try that again drummer boy and next time I’ll aim lower.” I say grabbing my purse and walking out, “Merry Christmas my friend!”

“Damn.”

Bonus:

The party was quite fun. The most fun I’ve had in a while, in fact. I got a handful of glares here and there seeing my close affiliation with Queen, but I could care less. I danced with all the guys and Mary and I drank my usual amount, so I was quite drunk and I dance with a few random men. We all had fun, Freddie got his attention, I got my drinks, Roger found a good looking blonde, things were good.

At one point I was apparently getting too close to this one bloke and Roger had to pull us apart.

“Come on man, he was pretty good looking to me!” I whined at him, “how come you get to have women rubbing themselves at you and I don’t get to have one dance with a guy I choose?”

“You’re drunk. You can thank me later.” He said.

“Uh oh!” Freddie yelled from across the room. He runs over close to us, “I spy two little hotheads under my special Christmas decoration.”

We simultaneously look up and see a mistletoe.

“Shit.” I say. Roger looks at me with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna force you.”

“Well I am. It’s the rule.” Freddie says taking a sip of champagne.

“Fred! Come on you know she doesn’t...” Roger keeps complaining at Freddie as I look around and pluck a drink from a random person’s hand as I mutter a quick ‘sorry.’ I down the whole drink quickly. I grab his face mid-sentence and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He quickly catches on and deepens the kiss for a few seconds and puts his hands on my hips as I pull away. Freddie cheers and everyone follows along. His hands are still on my hips and looks at me shocked and slightly impressed.

“What? It’s not like you haven’t kissed half the people here.” I joked at him. Many people in the crowd nod including Freddie and Brian.

“It’s true. I know!” Deaky says from the edge of the room. Everyone shares a quick laugh and disperses back to the party. I attempt to walk away as Roger grabs my arm.

“Hey, we’re not gonna be weird about this right?” He says

“I’m not weird about anything. But, no. It’s fine, it was just a mistletoe kiss. No harm done.” I say grabbing two shots from a passing waiter. Roger looks at me as if I were going to give one to him.

“Oh these were both for me.” I say downing both, coughing at intensity of the liquid, “...strong” I say between coughs.

“That’s what you get for double-fisting Freddie’s special tequila, love.” He said laughing at me. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. And just letting you know, you are a marvelous kisser.” He says pinching my butt as he walks away. I was so ready to knee his balls, but I was busy choking on “Freddie’s special tequila.

“I’ll get you back Taylor!” I wheeze at him.

“Sure you will. Merry Christmas!”

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sae-you-sae-me · 7 years ago

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Congrats on the 707th post! I love the way you guys right parent!RFA, so i was thinking...how would the RFA + Saeran react to catching their child kissing/making out with their boyfriend/girlfriend. I think it would be funny xD Thanks

Haha, thanks! Sorry it took so long, but here you go! For the sake of his headcanon, let’s just say their parents aren’t too keen on their kids making out;)

Zen:

He was having trouble as it was accepting that his daughter was dating Jumin’s son

But he was slowly coming to terms

Enough to let his daughter have her boyfriend over to hang out at the house

His daughter and Jumin’s son were just relaxing in the furnished basement

She decides the movie is a bit boring, so she starts with a kiss to his cheek

And starts trailing down his jaw until she finally reaches his lips

Things heat up pretty quickly after that and they’re having a full make-out session

Meanwhile, a blissfully oblivious Zen forgot his wallet in the basement

So he just casually strolls down the stairs and calls out for his wallet

He doesn’t see them at first, since the back of the couch is to him

So he assumes they left or something…until he goes to check the cushions

He sees red and gasps really loudly

At this point, his daughter and her dazed boyfriend notices and jumps fifty feet apart

To make things worse, he was sitting on Zen’s missing wallet

“First, your lips are on my daughter, and then your butt is on my wallet? Get out of my house!”

The kid is smart so he gets out as quick as he can

Meanwhile, Zen lectures his daughter for an hour or two until finally you intervene because your daughter probably got the point

She’s also grounded for…awhile until Zen cools off from the incident

Yoosung:

Yoosung’s son has a pretty steady relationship with his girlfriend

And finally they have an evening to themselves since he thought Yoosung was busy and you were out of the house

So he invites his girlfriend over for a movie, some snacks, and oops they’re making out on the couch

Yoosung, on the other hand, wasn’t as busy as his son thought he was

So he casually comes in to check how his son is doing

He sees his son’s back, face forward in what appears to be the couch

Naive and oblivious, Yoosung smiles, “Did you lose something in the cushions?”

There is a surprised scream from his son as well as a higher pitched scream

It is then that Yoosung sees the girl underneath his son

He gets super red and walks out of the room muttering apologies under his breath

But then it clicks that it’s his son…and what his son was doing…and he’s just

“Is this allowed?….It’s not allowed!”

Turns on his heel and tirades into the room again to lecture his son, he doesn’t care if his girlfriend is still in the room

Eventually, the poor girl just slips out of the house unnoticed

She runs into you by the driveway though

You see her messed up hair and smeared lipstick, and you hear Yoosung yelling from inside the house

You just go, “Oh…you won't’ be seeing your boyfriend for awhile.”

Jaehee:

Jaehee was working late that day

So, her son thought it would be a good idea to invite his girlfriend over for…a bit of fun

He doesn’t really know what happened

They were just talking, she kissed him, and then it all went crazy from there

So crazy, they didn’t even hear the door open when Jaehee walked in

She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing at first

Her son is usually reserved, responsible, and suddenly he’s turned into a vampire

Awkwardly, she clears her throat to get their attention

When that doesn’t work, she grabs her son’s ear and physically pulls him away from the girl, who she’s surprised hasn’t turned blue yet from lack of oxygen

She calmly but firmly tells the girl to go home

Her son knows what he did going against the rules to have someone in the house alone

So he takes it well when she grounds him and gives him a short talk

But after he leaves to his room, Jaehee just kinda breaks down a little

She’s so embarrassed and she can’t the image of her son lip-locked with a girl out of her head

Jumin:

It all started with a stressful day at work

When he comes home, the first thing he sees is Elizabeth in the next room sitting on a glass shelf she’s not supposed to be on

So he just yells, “Elizabeth!”

She doesn’t move, so he steps towards the room

That’s when he sees something worse

His daughter was underneath her boyfriend while said boyfriend was aggressively kissing her mouth

Before Jumin can say a word, Elizabeth jumps from the shelf and lands on the couple

His daughter screams, “Elizabeth!” before seeing Jumin in the doorway

She pushes her boyfriend onto the floor and sits on the couch and tries to act like nothing happened

“Hey, we were just talking.”

“Too closely, I’ll say,” Jumin shoots back, feeling his blood start to boil

He calmly pulls the boy upto his feet and escorts him to the door

He doesn’t say anything, despite the boy apologizing,

He just sets him outside the door, looks him dead in the eye, and then slams it on his face

When he tries to face his daughter, he just can’t think straight

He gets to the point where he’s irrational

“Go brush your teeth and we’ll talk about this later.”

“But, it’s not even dinner–”

“Go brush your teeth!”

He needs some wine…

Seven:

Seven actually liked his daughter’s boyfriend

He seemed respectable and responsible and fun

So much so, Seven even let his daughter borrow one of his cars for her date

Seven was sitting on the couch with you and he glances at his watch, “Wow. They’re usually on time. Wondering what’s holding them past curfew.”

He decides to go check the garage in case the couple had just gotten caught up talking

When he walks in, he sees his car in the garage…and both his daughter and her boyfriend inside

He sees them kissing over the console, which is fine

He doesn’t mind a few kisses between them

But this one kiss is long….he even counts under his breath, “One…three…seven seconds…”

When he sees the boy start to recline the seat, he jumps into action

Goes on the passenger side of the car and starts yelling to get their attention

That doesn’t work because they’re too submerged in their own make-out session

Panicking, Seven bangs on the boy’s window and yelling, “Consent!”

“I did consent!” his daughter yells back after the fiftieth time

“I didn’t!” Seven shouts back

He tries for the door, but the boyfriend locks it, terrified for his life

It just makes Seven madder, “Oh, want to play like that?”

He grabs his spare key from his pocket and unlocks the door

His daughter opens her side of the car and tells her boyfriend to run for it

Seven still chases after him to the end of the lot sending the poor boy screaming until the end of the entire block

Once that’s taken care of, he returns to his daughter where he promptly informs her that since she likes cars so much, she’d be washing his

“All six of them??”

“Yup! Wax on, wax off, sweetheart!”

Saeran:

Saeran was aware that his daughter had her boyfriend over

He was fine with it, he guessed

So he was just doing his own thing, cooking dinner in the kitchen and chopping up some meat with a butcher knife

He realizes the couple had gone quiet from the other room awhile ago, and wants to check if everything is okay

Without bothering to wash his hands, he slips into the hall for a quick peek

He expects them to be engrossed in the TV or homework, as they usually were

Instead, he found his daughter on the boy’s lap in the middle of a little too heated make out session

He remains surprisingly calm as he stands and tries to figure out his own raging thoughts

Meanwhile, his daughter’s boyfriend opens his eyes for half a second and sees Saeran in the hallway…wide eyed…holding a knife…with blood dripping down his hand

He tries pushing Saeran’s daughter back, half panicking at the sight

But she’s just so into it, she doesn’t realize until the kid is almost whimpering from fear

Saeran takes a cue and calmly walks into the room, having realized the misunderstanding of how he looked

So he decides to take advantage of his gruesome appearance

He looks the boy in the eye, “You can run…but you can’t hide.”

The boy literally runs out of the house, terrified

Saeran’s daughter is just gaping, “What the heck?”

Saeran just smiles, “I’m calling his parents…also you’re grounded.”

She thinks he was super calm about the whole thing, considering his protectiveness

At least until she tried to text her boyfriend and found her phone hacked and on a lockdown

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noscorpsaladerive · 7 years ago

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Flo in Bordeaux!!!!

I wrote up mine and Emily’s experiences seeing Flo yesterday but the verb tenses are all over the place and this is REALLY LONG so it’s going under the cut I hope y’all enjoy :)

So Emily and I got to Bordeaux around noon but we couldn’t check in until 14h so we were walking around trying to find food that didn’t cost 20€ per person and we accidentally came across the theatre!!! They had a couple posters with Flo’s face on them and I nearly died omg. We saw a couple of vans outside and I’m guessing it was all of their equipment.

Skip forward a few hours and one mild freak out session that resulted in breathing exercises later, and Emily and I FINALLY head over to the theatre about an hour before showtime. There are already quite a few people outside, which surprised me a little bit, but the age demographic was very strange. Like there were a lot of women who were at least in their 40s and 50s and even a gaggle of preteen girls not that enjoying Flo’s music is limited to a certain age group but it was just an unexpected demographic (as Erin said it’s the same one as 50 Shades of Grey lol). But anyway while we were standing outside I heard some music playing AND IT WAS FLO’S SOUNDCHECK. I think he was playing J’attends encore but they just played part of it but it was still enough to cause a heart attack dear goodness

So we finally get into the theatre (and there was this whole drama about the staff holding onto my fancy camera during the concert because apparently photos weren’t allowed ugh but ANYWAY) and it like still hasn’t quite hit that I’m actually seeing Flo again??? I think part of it might’ve been the fact that we had to get up at like 4:45 in the morning to go to the train station but I was like scarily calm considering this is Flo we’re talking about.

The opening act was a band from Bordeaux called MO and they were actually really good!! I’d looked them up beforehand and their music seemed like French country and considering that I don’t like American country I wasn’t too excited but it was a little bit more soft pop than country and it almost reminded me of Diane’s music?? It was a very similar genre regardless. They got the audience to do this like percussive song thing with them and it was really fun I’d definitely be happy to see them perform again.

Then after a good while where the crew moved instruments around and they adjusted the lighting one last time the band walked on stage and started playing some music then FLO WALKED ON STAGE AND I COULDN’T STOP GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT and they keep playing then he gets interrupted by his mom calling and he finally turns around and I see his stupid face and I’m gonna die just writing about this omg and he’s so damn cute and he’s now wearing a hoop earring (we were on Flo’s left so we had great views of the earring haha) and omg I’m still dying

Anyways after the fake phone call with his mom they start playing Se serrer la main which is one of my fave songs on that album but like i wanted to like stand up and jam along but no one else was standing??? Concerts that take place in real theatres stress me out idk if we’re supposed to stand or sit or what but ANYWAY

after that song ended he asked « Y’a des drôles de filles ici ce soir?? »/« Are there any drôles de filles here tonight? » (sorry I can’t think of how to translate drôles de filles rn) but I FLIPPED MY SHIT QUELLE DRÔLE DE FILLE IS SUCH A JAM (plus it’s my blog title lol) uhhhh idk which songs were next and I’m too lazy to pull up my recording rn to check but he sang a new song and damn it was such a jam and he was like noodling and dancing across the stage and i was struck by two things: 1) he seemed SO COMFORTABLE in his own skin and in his own body and i know he’s struggled with body issues before so it warmed my heart to see him so comfortable with himself and 2) he leaned backwards at one point (a mini-Rosenberggggg lean if you will) and I noticed his abs through his shirt??? And I was like wtf???? Are his abs just THAT well defined or is his shirt kinda see through??? Later on after I saw his nipples I was like YEP that shirt’s see through oops. I knew his outfit seemed too normal I was getting suspicious. He also dabbed at the end of that song and you could feel half the audience groaning hahaha.

Uh I’m forgetting the song order but for Les Blessures qui ne se voient pas he started out a cappella and people were kinda singing along at first but everyone stopped and it was literally a silent theatre full of people listening to nothing but Flo’s voice and it was so beautiful and powerful I almost cried. Oh I also almost cried when he did Te Ressembler because I wasn’t expecting him to do that song and it reminds me so much of the relationship I have with my mother and it just gets to me man.

After maybe like half an hour he started the whole bit where he tells us his life story starting with Canada which is a shame that he doesn’t start earlier because I would literally die to hear him perform some Lost Smile. So he starts out the bit at a bar and he orders a rum and coke from the bartender (aka the guitarist who was wiping down his guitar with a towel as if it was a bar countertop lol) so the guitarist pours him a glass of wine and calls it rum and coke and Flo says « What kind of rum is this? » and the bartender/guitarist says « It’s Bordeaux rum! » and everyone screams since we’re in Bordeaux and Flo says that the best rum is from Bordeaux and everyone screams some more.

He talked about the friend he wrote « Alone » for then he performed said song and I nearly died I never in a million years thought I would ever hear him perform Canada songs live but also I feel like Emily and I were the only ones who knew the song??? The general feeling I got from the audience was confusion while I was jamming along having the time of my life. The only other Canada song he performed was Mrs Mary which I don’t know as well as Alone but oh well.

Next he did the getting a call to come audition for MOR and the fake audition and he was acting all cute and when the casting director aka the keyboardist asked how old he was he said 27 and like half of the audience squealed he was acting so cute then this motherfucker went and sang Bohemian Rhapsody which is ANOTHER song I thought I’d never hear him perform live and I just about died and cried I was a roller coaster of emotions last night okay?

Then he sang « L’Assasymphonie » and we all stood up and jammed and I’m pretty sure there was eye contact happening between us and I was living for it seeing Flo perform that song gives me life I have a video too but I’ll be uploading all my videos, pics, and recordings later.

Then he got a fake call from Dove (and I squealed really loudly when Flo mentioned Dove) and Dove said he’d had a dream about Flo with a big sword (ahem) and that’s how he introduced Quelque chose de magique and I died all over again it was like this really awesome rock arrangement and I was living for it @Dove why don’t you get Flo to do the arrangements for your musicals from now on at least that way you can’t tell him to chop all his hair off but I digress. Tbh I’m really glad Flo did Quelque chose de magique because Mon combat is awkwardly just out of his lower range and Auprès d’un autre is just...yeah. But it was so great to hear him sing LRA live again I was so pumped.

At some point during the musicals or just after Flo took another sip of the wine (which the guitarist had been drinking lol) and he said « Fuck that’s good I’m gonna need three or four more glasses » and tbh same but after the musicals they brought out a drum and let Flo drum for a bit and they did Sur mon nuage then he did Arrête somewhere in there??? Oh and the slow version of Je ne sais pas (which is the better version imo) which he apparently wrote about the girl who dumped him in Canada which I totally didn’t realize.

Then he was winding down the show and did that sped up version of Quoi de neuf which stresses me out because it’s so damn fast and he also kept switching up the lyrics in the chorus???? Like dude wtf I can’t sing along if you keep changing it!!!!

He left the stage afterwards but came back to do another new song whose name I forgot and he tried to teach us the chorus and was like « it’s really easy!! » but I couldn’t understand the words he was singing???? Oh well maybe he’ll release it on his next album whenever that’s happening (which he hasn’t even mentioned another album so I’m not holding my breath lol) then he ended with Qu’est-ce qu’un homme which is such a good song y’all it’s SO GOOD. But y’all when he had his arms around his band members to bow the Floobs were out they were really out there and idk how to process this information.

We headed outside to see about stagedooring and there ended up being two groups of fans at two different exits and we were kind of eying each other trying to figure out who was going to be right and if we needed to rush to the other side but all of the sudden everyone rushed to one of the theatre’s main doors??? So Emily and I rushed along and we were all penguin huddled together and no one really knew what was happening but we were all just waiting while the theatre staff opened the door and let a few fans in at a time. We finally figured out that we were meeting Flo inside which I thought was nice since that way he wasn’t being crowded by a bunch of fans at the same time.

So Emily and I finally get inside except I’m getting loopy because of lack of sleep and we really hadn’t eaten that much that day either and I was SO CLOSE to deciding I was going to tell Flo I was disappointed he didn’t do any Lost Smile lol. So the line of fans goes around a corner so we can’t really see what’s happening until we get up close and we can see the dudes that opened the show and we thought Flo would be after them but no you greet Flo first and that’s when my heart started beating real fast I wasn’t fucking ready y’all but we were doing it.

So I finally get up to Flo and he and a staff member are talking about how many people are still waiting and he didn’t quite see me at first when I handed him my ticket to sign and when they’re done talking I quietly say « hi » and Flo finally sees me and y’all he got so fucking excited I was so worried he wouldn’t recognize us but he did!!!!!!!! Even though it’s been almost two years!!!!! He asks us how we’ve been and he seemed so sincere and genuine and so interested like he really did want to know how we had been doing and as he’s signing Emily’s ticket I asked what his cat’s name was and he said he wasn’t saying right now but that he was going to announce it later. But he did tell us his cat was super sweet and that he didn’t make too much noise in the morning and that he will play fetch like a dog and I was like omg my cat too!!! I’m also 95% sure at some point during this convo I straight up told Flo I love his cat but idk if he heard but he didn’t seem weirded out lol so that was good. Flo took selfies with me then while he was taking selfies with Emily I said, « The concert was better than Harry Potter » (a reference to the classic « Song For A Lunatic ») and he was trying so hard not to lose it mid-selfie and I’m pretty sure it was the cause of the blep in Emily’s selfies it was so fucking great hahaha then the theatre staff fussed at all of us because we were taking so long but it was so worth it. He thanked us for coming and seemed really sincere about it like it wasn’t in just a « I need something to close this convo with fans » way it was like really genuine and this man and his sincerity will be the death of me.

Emily and I stayed calm until we got outside the theatre then we fucking lost it and screamed at Emily’s mom on the phone while she was at work because FLORENT MOTHE RECOGNIZED US and he had like a substantial conversation with us and he didn’t with the people ahead of us and he smiled SO MUCH in our selfies it was so amazing I feel so validated as a fan like one of my all time fave singers actually knows who I am and I’m dying.

I recorded most of the concert so I’ll post that recording and some pictures and videos later on!! Damn this turned out wayyy longer than expected lol.

#moraholics #ella writes text #ella goes stagedooring

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lilacmoon83 · 7 years ago

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Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 6: The Road to True Love

The next afternoon

"I still think this is a bad idea, Mr. Nolan. You just woke up from a coma," Regina said sternly.

"And Dr. Whale says there's no real reason to keep me here. Whatever injuries I sustained before my coma have long since healed," David responded. His back was turned to her, as he packed the few meager belongings he had.

"I just think Granny's Inn might be a more suitable place for you to stay," Regina tried to reason. David smirked. Yes, he supposed Granny's would make it easier for the Queen to keep tabs on him; something she wouldn't be able to do so easily if he stayed with Jefferson. And that was exactly the point.

"With all due respect, Madam Mayor, Jefferson has graciously offered his spare room and I accepted. I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine," he said, as neutrally as possible.

"Jefferson is unstable," Regina snapped.

"He's my friend. Now, if you'll excuse me, he's waiting down in the lobby for me," David added, as he brushed past her.

"Fine...but I'll give you another piece of wise advice. You should stay away from Mary Margaret Blanchard," Regina advised. David clenched his teeth and tried to quell the rage that burned in him.

"Really?" he challenged.

"Yes...she's trouble," Regina warned. He scoffed.

"Mary Margaret? The sweet, beautiful schoolteacher?" he questioned. Regina pursed her lips.

"Yes...well I'm starting to think it's a profession she's ill-suited for," Regina answered.

"She'll destroy your life," Regina claimed. David rolled his eyes.

"Good day, Madam Mayor," he said, as he walked away, leaving Regina boiling in her own skin.

The Enchanted Forest

Approximately 60 Years Before the Dark Curse

Deimos found the castle of the Dark One easily enough. The simpering village folk managed to give him the general direction. He hated this...he hated being like them. He missed invoking terror into the hearts of these lesser beings and watching the life leave their eyes when he sent them to Hades. Zeus would pay for this and this Dark One would help him.

As he burst into the castle, he heard a high pitched, maniacal giggle.

"Who is there? Show yourself!" Deimos bellowed.

"Careful about giving orders, dearie. Even if you were still a God, your power was never a match for mine," Rumpelstiltskin warned in a sing-song voice. The dark haired former God turned to find an imp with glittery, leather-like skin looking back at him through golden eyes.

"So...you're this fierce Dark One I've been told about?" Deimos said, unimpressed.

"And you're the terrifying God of Terror, son of Ares, that I've barely heard about," Rumple mocked.

"Hades has sent me. You will help me," Deimos demanded. Rumple let out a high-pitched giggle.

"Yes, I know. I'm the Dark One, dearie. I saw you coming...long before now," Rumple continued to mock. Deimos' temper flared and he clenched his fist. The Dark One chuckled again.

"Temper, temper," he chided.

"Then Hades told you I would be coming," he stated. Rumple laughed again.

"Not the brightest star in the sky, are you?" he teased.

"How dare you? I am a God! Son of Ares...you should tremble in my presence!" Deimos shouted. Rumple laughed again and then turned serious in a flash, raising his hand. Deimos was now clutching his throat, as the Dark One slithered toward him.

"Even when you were a God, you were no match for my power, son of Ares," he hissed.

"I saw you coming long ago...because I am a seer and I make it my business to know these things," he growled, as he released the idiotic life form before him and batted him away in disgust.

"Then...it's true. You are not a God, but an immortal," Deimos rasped, as he gasped for air.

"Yes and I'm very busy so let's get this over with," Rumple stated.

"I need my immortality back," Deimos pleaded.

"Well, now that is the problem, isn't it? The only way to be an immortal is to be a God...or be the Dark One. So let's play a game," Rumple offered, as he presented his dagger.

"If you can steal the dagger from me and kill me with it...then you'll become the Dark One," he challenged. Deimos smirked arrogantly.

"I've killed many a greater than you, imp," he growled, making Rumple laugh again.

"You're quite an amusing speck," Rumple said, as Deimos lunged at him. He sidestepped the charging imbecile and wasn't surprised when he grabbed a knife from the table. Rumple caught the blade with his bare hand and yawned in boredom.

"I really hope this isn't your best, dearie," he said. Deimos roared angrily, as he pounded his fist into the Dark One's face. But the imp was unfazed and grabbed the former God by the throat.

"You lose, dearie. You can't even scratch me...let alone kill me. Now get out, before I send you back to your beloved Hades as a permanent resident," he hissed.

"No...Hades demanded that you help me! He said you owe him a favor!" Deimos choked out. That made Rumple pause. He remembered the exact favor that he owed Hades. His second child, though Rumple doubted he'd ever have another. But...to not be indebted to Hades was an extremely tempting offer. He released the pompous former deity and marched to his potions cabinet.

"There is only one other form of immortality possible," Rumple stated.

"Then you will give it to me," Deimos demanded.

"I will do this to absolve me of my favor to Hades, but should you ever cross me again, Deimos, I will grind you into an unrecognizable bloody pulp," Rumple threatened, but Deimos only smirked.

"Believe me, after this, I have no desire to ever see your impish face again," he retorted.

"My threat carries if you ever interfere with any of my carefully orchestrated plans as well," he warned, as he retrieved an ornate box. He hated parting with this, but it would be worth it to no longer be indebted to Hades.

"What is this?" Deimos asked.

"The only other way for you to become an immortal other than being a God or the Dark One is to become a vampire," Rumple stated.

"But Zeus eradicated them, centuries ago. He has forbade the creation of more," Deimos countered.

"Thank you for the history lesson and this will not make you a vampire of old like in past. This is the very last ambrosia leaves in existence. Once you consume them, they will grant you immortality...for a time," Rumple stated.

"For a time? I need a permanent solution!" he cried.

"And that is where the vampire-like quality comes into play. Once a month, every full moon, you must ingest the blood of a mortal to maintain the effects of the ambrosia. Do this and you will be immortal forever," Rumple instructed. Deimos smirked.

"Drink some worthless mortal dry...sounds like fun," he said darkly, as he reached for the leaves. But Rumple pulled back momentarily.

"What are you doing?" he demanded to know.

"I must also warn you that the effects of ambrosia are unpredictable. There is a reason the Gods didn't let just anyone consume it. The effects on your mind could be devastating," Rumple warned. Deimos snorted derisively.

"Just give me the leaves," he growled.

"People that have consumed ambrosia have gone insane or become psychotic, depraved individuals that usually end up causing their own doom," he warned. But the former God ignored him and chewed the leaves, before swallowing them. He smirked victoriously, as he felt power surging in his veins again and his immortal glow return.

"Yes...it worked," he growled. But then, he was suddenly holding his head in agony and screamed, as he doubled over. Rumple watched, unfazed, as the former God's eyes glowed and then went completely black. His incisors grew slightly into fangs, which he would need to pierce mortal flesh, and his mind was twisted even more so than it already was.

Rumple was instantly concerned. He cared not for any, but a crazed, bloodthirsty vampire-like being running a muck in the Kingdom would eventually come to interfere with his plans. Fortunately, he would be ready to provide ways to end this creature he was forced to create.

"Our deal is done. Now get out," Rumple spat. Deimos smirked, his eyes had returned to normal, but were filled with a startling amount of malice.

"Gladly. I have villages to terrorize," he hissed, as he disappeared in a streak, utilizing his new speed.

"Oops...I forgot to mention that one day a year, on the eve of the blood moon, your immortality is nullified and you can be killed. Hmm...I hope that won't be a problem," Rumple mused, as he let out a high pitched giggle.

Emma sighed, as she finished the last report and set it on the file.

"Are you aware that your filing system is from 1983?" she joked, as Graham returned from patrol.

"Digital hasn't quite made its way to Storybrooke yet," he mentioned, as he eyed her with a smirk.

"What?" she asked.

"It's all over town, you know. You cutting down the Mayor's prized apple tree," he replied.

"Oh that," Emma shrugged nonchalantly.

"You've got guts. I'm surprised she didn't order me to fire you on the spot," he mentioned.

"And if she does?" Emma asked. He shrugged.

"It's tricky since there's nary a witness. It falls into the gray area of she said, she said," he replied. She smirked and put her jacket on.

"Guess that means I'm on night patrol," she said.

"You are, but things are pretty quiet. Regina's in a meeting and I have it on good authority that Henry will be heading for his castle when he gets off the bus," Graham replied. Emma smiled.

"Thanks," she said, as she hurried out.

To say that Regina was having a bad day would have been an understatement. She was still seething from the blonde miscreant that had chopped down her beloved tree yesterday. Then David Nolan, who had more backbone than she liked, defied her. Henry was pulling away more too, but the worst part was she found out at the hospital that a certain patient was missing from her cell. And worst of all, someone knew enough to cut the security cameras, as everything in that hallway that wing went dark after midnight. So as she marched into Gold's shop, she wasn't surprised to see him smile smugly at her from behind the counter.

"Mayor Mills, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my humble shop?" Gold asked.

"There's nothing humble about you, Gold. Cut the crap. Where is she?" Regina demanded to know.

"Her? I'm afraid I don't follow," he replied, playing dumb.

"Yes you do. There is a certain patient missing from the psych ward at the hospital," Regina snapped.

"Yet you're here instead of the police station. You should ask Miss Swan, you know. I hear she is quite good at finding people," Gold informed.

Regina slammed her fist on the counter.

"Stop playing games with me!" she hissed. He gave her a scrutinizing gaze.

"You're the one playing games, Madam Mayor and a dangerous one at that. This town is yours now...but we both know that I'm the reason why. I gave you all this," he said, gesturing grandly with his hand.

"And I can take it all away," he growled.

"You did help Charming, didn't you?" she growled back.

"You mean did I free him from the trappings of a loveless marriage to the simpering Kathryn Nolan?" he asked shrugging.

"It seemed like the right thing to do," he added.

"Why...you never do anything without reason," she said suspiciously.

"Let's just say...I'm a fan of true love or rather what it creates. Besides, I knew how much it would infuriate you, dearie," he mused.

"This isn't over...crossing me is unwise too. This is still my town, Mr. Gold," she retorted.

"For now," he said, as she turned and stormed toward the door.

"One more thing, Your Majesty," he called, as she glowered at him. Any doubt she had about whether he was awake was gone now.

"If you or anyone else touch her again, I will make you pay," Gold promised. Regina clenched her teeth and stormed out without another word.

"That was her, wasn't it?" a female voice called, as she peered in from the back room.

"The woman that locked me up?" Belle asked.

"Yes, but you need not fear her or hide from her. I won't let her hurt you again," he promised, as she came out.

"I wish I could remember," Belle fretted.

"You will...I promise," he said, as he took her hand and she smiled gently at him.

"It's almost evening. How would you like to accompany me to Granny's for supper?" he asked gently. She cocked her head to the side.

"I...I think that would be nice," Belle answered.

The drive to Jefferson's was short and the other man showed him to the guest room upstairs.

"Thanks again...for letting me stay here," David said.

"It'll be nice to not have an empty house for once," Jefferson replied. And David realized that Regina had cursed him to be alone, much like she had with Snow.

"Gold had some clothes and essentials sent over for you too," Jefferson mentioned.

"I'll stop by and thank him. Did he say how Belle was doing?" David asked curiously.

"He didn't divulge anything, but that's not unusual for him. She's helping around the shop though and there's a sparkle in his eye that I didn't know was possible for him," Jefferson replied.

"Good. Regina will hate that. Just like she'll hate it when I have dinner with Mary Margaret," he said. Jefferson smirked.

"Not wasting any time, I see?" he commented.

"It's been twenty-eight years. Why wait?" he countered, as he looked through the clothes. He liked the leather jacket instantly and picked out of a red button down shirt to go with the pants he was told were called jeans. He found the shower to be a fascinating thing when the nurse showed it to him at the hospital. Not only was it easier and quicker to get clean than how they used to bathe back home, but it was also therapeutic. After a shower, he dressed and started out for the evening.

"Be careful. Regina will eventually retaliate," Jefferson warned.

"Probably. But she's not keeping me from Snow any longer," he responded.

"Okay...well, good luck tonight. Not that you need it," Jefferson called, as he left the house and followed the directions Jefferson had given him to Mary's apartment building.

"Hey kid," Emma called. Henry smiled and closed his book, before hopping down and hugging her.

"So...how goes Operation Cobra?" Henry asked. She smirked coyly.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked. He cocked his head, giving her a deadpanned look.

"Seriously?" he asked. She chuckled.

"My Dad isn't just awake as in no more coma. He's awake," she stressed. Henry looked confused for a minute and then his brown eyes widened.

"You mean..." he gasped. She nodded.

"He knows exactly who he is," she assured.

"Then...I was right! I mean, I knew you believed me, but this is the first real evidence! It's all true!" Henry exclaimed.

"It is, kid. And I may be the Savior, but when this curse is broken, it will be because of you, just as much as me," she told him.

"You think?" he asked.

"I know. I may have been clued in on everything before you, but I was no closer to finding my parents until you found me," she reminded.

"Wow...yeah, I guess you're right," he realized, as she patted him on the shoulder and hugged him close. Little did they know, Sidney Glass spied them in the distance and used his high resolution camera to snap photos of them together...

David found Mary's building easily enough and saw her outside by the tree where a birdhouse hung from it. His wife had always loved birds and animals alike. And the feeling was mutual for the birds and animals as well. So it didn't surprise him that she was filling the feeder with food while waiting for him. She looked beautiful as always in a dark purple dress that was knee length and buttoned up the front, complete with a pink cardigan. Unfortunately, he saw her wobble on the ladder and hurried over, hopping over the fence in one leap.

She cried out in alarm, as she felt herself start to fall and tumbled right into his arms. He caught her and held her bridal style for several moments, as they simply stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm so clumsy," she muttered in embarrassment.

"Good thing I was here, I guess," he replied with a smile. She hummed in agreement, as he gently set her on her feet.

"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded and their hands touched. She looked up at him in surprise. She wasn't sure why she had done that. For a split second, her unconscious reaction had been to reach to had his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. He seemed to feel the same, as he gently took her hand in his own. She smiled, as she laced her fingers with his and they set off on foot for the diner. What they both missed though was Regina watching them with daggers in her eyes from her car from across the street.

"Order up!" Granny called, as the cook put two plates in the window. But Ruby made no motion from her spot, which was currently bent over the counter, flirting with Dr. Whale. She glowered at her granddaughter. Honestly, she loved the girl, but she swore she'd be the death of her.

"Order up," she snapped again. Ruby huffed and finally pulled herself away from the sleazy doctor to deliver the orders to Marco and Archie. The bell chimed and the chatter in the diner quieted momentarily. The patrons gawked at David and Mary Margaret with equal surprise. At him, because he was currently splashed all over the Storybrooke Mirror as the patient that miraculously woke up after years in a coma. And at Mary Margaret, because it was not a normal occurrence to see the sweet, but meek teacher in the company of anyone. He saw how uncomfortable Mary Margaret was at their scrutiny and all the doubts Regina had planted in her these last twenty-eight years bubble to the surface, as she looked down. The haunted shadows in her eyes broke his heart and he felt his protectiveness for her flare inside him fiercely. In a clear statement, he gently put an arm around her shoulders. She blinked and looked up at him in surprise. He gave her a half smile in reassurance and she returned it, as he led her to a table. The patrons mostly went back to minding their own business, as Ruby came over. She sat on the edge of the table facing him with her back to Mary.

"Hi...I'm Ruby," she purred. He was taken aback by Red's behavior. He knew they had all been cursed to be this way. But Red and Snow had been best friends; almost sisters. And he developed a brother-sister like relationship with her, but he supposed he should have expected it. Regina had taken everything from her. She took him, their daughter, and all their dear friends away. None of them paid Mary any mind and almost looked at her like she had something they might catch. He attributed that to Regina's frequent horrific public tirade's against her that he had heard about.

"I think Mary and I will just start with water," he said, reaching across the table for her hand.

"Sure," Ruby said, as she looked between them. She looked confused and he figured she wasn't used to someone not reciprocating her advances. Red would be horrified at what the curse had turned her into. He smiled gently at Mary and squeezed her hand.

"I don't think she's ever had anyone turn down her advances before," Mary mentioned, a little surprised that he wasn't enamored by the waitress. It seemed that everyone she eyed ended up hooking up with her.

"She's not my type. I have a very specific type," he mentioned, smiling at her. She bit her bottom lip.

"Really? And what type is that?" she asked, a note of hopefulness in her voice. His grin widened.

"If you don't that yet, then I have work to do," he replied. She blushed and looked down shyly for a second, before meeting his eyes again.

"So...what's good?" he asked, as they started to peruse the menu.

"Uh...well, Granny makes a really good burger. The lasagna's not bad and Emma seems to have a fondness for the grilled cheese and onion rings," Mary mentioned.

"Emma seem to know what's good," he mentioned back. So in the end, they settled on grilled cheeses with fries and onion rings to share.

Emma sighed, as she checked the clock. It was almost time for night patrol and she grabbed her keys and gun, as she got ready to leave. Graham had begged her take the night shift this evening and she had agreed. She drove through the neighborhoods and saved Mifflin street for last. Usually when she drove by, she was able to get a glimpse of Henry. He usually waited for her on the nights she was on patrol so he could wave at her. But she frowned, as she noticed his bedroom window was already dark as she got closer. Had Regina put him to bed early for some reason? She wondered this, as she got closer and then gasped at what she saw. It was Graham. He wasn't volunteering at the animal shelter at all. She frowned deeply, as she watched Regina gave him a flirty smile and invite him in, before closing the door. He had lied to her and she felt really stupid now. He had lied to her, made her work the night shift, and was sleeping with Regina of all people...with her son in the house. She drove off, feeling humiliated and drove off toward the loft

After a wonderful dinner together, David suggested they go for a moonlit walk. They paid the check and got two hot chocolates to go, before setting out hand in hand, ignoring the continued looks they were getting. Emma had given him the general direction of the Toll bridge and they walked leisurely along the sidewalk. Mary had never quite felt anything like this. What few dates she had previously had were awkward and ended with her sad and feeling more alone than ever. But with David, she had never laughed so much or blushed so much either. He was so charming and sincere. He wanted to hear everything about her life, to the point that she felt like she was monopolizing the conversation. Any other man that she had dated had only ever wanted one thing from her and dumped her the moment they didn't get it. Not David though. He was interested in her as a person and that was something very new to her.

"He was just so hopeless...and I couldn't stand that. Life doesn't always have a happy ending, but no one should be hopeless, especially not a little boy. So I gave him the book and seeing him happy and hopeful again is worth any of the grief that Regina gives me," she explained.

"You're amazing...instilling hope in someone isn't an easy task, but you seem to do that wherever you go," he replied.

"I don't know about that," she said shyly.

"Really? You take time out of your day to deliver flowers to the sick and ailing at the hospital. You don't think you give them a sliver hope in an otherwise hopeless situation?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it," she replied.

"Well, you do. You read to me and just your voice brought me out of a coma," he reminded. She hummed.

"I'm not sure that's what did it," she replied and then inhaled sharply, as he caressed her cheek.

"I am. That and you are the only things I've been sure of since I woke up. You are the only thing that feels right in this whole place," he said passionately. Tears filled her eyes.

"I feel like I'm going to wake up and find that none of this is real. This...you have to be too good to be true," she lamented.

"I promise you it's not a dream and I think I can prove it," he said. Her breath hitched, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Mary felt her entire body practically go limp against him, as he kissed her passionately. No...she had never felt like this before. This was something incredible, something that didn't happen to wallflowers like her. But it was happening and she felt his kiss wash away her fears and insecurities. When their lips finally parted, they smiled gently at each other.

"You're a man of your word, David Nolan," she said. He grinned.

"Then allow me the pleasure of walking you home, Mary Margaret Blanchard," he replied. She nodded and hooked her hand on his elbow this time, leaning her head gently against his arm.

They seemed to get to her door on the third floor far too quickly and shared another kiss.

"Will you have dinner with me again tomorrow night?" he asked. She nodded

"Yes...but I'd really like to cook for you instead of going out. Here at seven?" she asked. He grinned.

"Away from the prying eyes of Storybrooke? It's a date," he replied, as he leaned in and kissed her again.

"Goodnight Mare," he called, using the nickname Emma had coined for her.

"Goodnight David," she called back, as she went inside.

Emma angrily fumbled with her keys and slammed to door once she was in, before throwing her stuff down. She huffed and dug in the fridge for a beer, as she heard humming coming from the bathroom. Mary was home from her date and from the sounds of her humming, it at least seemed like she had a good night. She recognized the tune from something her mother had hummed to her as a child in the dreamscape and had always found it comforting. It didn't have any words that Snow knew of, but she had secretly always thought of it as her parent's theme song of sorts. That made her smile and realize that her mother was starting to shine through little by little.

"Oh Emma...I didn't hear you come in," Mary said, as she came out of the bathroom in a robe.

"Clearly...you seem like you had a good night," she teased. Mary blushed and bit her bottom lip.

"It was wonderful...I'm still wondering if I'm going to wake up and find out it was all a dream," she gushed. Emma smiled.

"I'm happy for you," the blonde replied.

"Thanks...but your night obviously didn't go well at all," Mary said, as she fished a carton of ice cream out of the freezer.

"Rocky road?" she asked.

"You said it was your favorite so I picked some up," she replied. Mary handed her the carton and got a couple of spoons out.

"So...what happened?" she asked, as they started eating.

"Graham asked me to work tonight so he could volunteer at the animal shelter tonight. But then I was on patrol and saw him going into Regina's house. And believe me, he wasn't there on police business," Emma grumbled.

"Oh...oh Emma, I'm so sorry," Mary replied.

"Yeah...and it's not just that I thought there might be something there, but that he lied to me. Oh, and the fact that he's screwing the Mayor with my son in the house. Pretty sure that's what pisses me off the most," Emma growled. Mary reached over and squeezed her hand.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked. Emma smiled at her.

"You are. I don't usually have anyone to talk to, so thanks," she replied. Mary nodded with a smile.

"So...your date with David was good?" Emma asked, enjoying her blush.

"Yeah...it was perfect. We had dinner and talked and laughed. Then we went on a walk and I've...just never had anyone make me feel special like he did. He wanted to listen to me talk. It doesn't sound like much...but when you feel invisible like I have all my life, it meant everything," Mary confessed and Emma squeezed her hand.

"And of course, I'm guessing there was a kiss or two," Emma added and Mary blushed.

"How did you know?" she asked. Emma grinned.

"You're a very interesting shade of red," the blonde teased.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" the teacher asked.

"I am...but I'm thrilled for you. You deserve to be happy," Emma said.

"So do you, Emma," Mary replied. She smiled thinly and nodded. Maybe when the curse was broken, she'd find true happiness when her parents had their memories and she got her son back from Regina. Until then, she would enjoy being a friend to Mary, as she found her way back to being Snow White.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #snowing fanfiction #Emma Swan #Swan Believer

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EP. 11 - “I Was Able To Dodge That Bullet” - VILMA

I literally look like the biggest boo boo the fool right now. Like I’m so cocky and stupid and tumblr survivor makes me want to eat glass

https://youtu.be/GAe_c8bHBjc

Okay honestly, after that tribal, I feel fucking awesome, and so many people still have no idea what happened First off, Jared I am so sorry that you believed my PMs during Tribal that I thought I had the votes to get out Nicole.. I knew one of you would play something, and I high key would not be surprised if Nicole ended up actually having another big ticket advantage sitting in her pocket from ghost island, but im going to wait on that concept for now until i see something from them. Maybe we can flush another advantage out of their pockets? lmao I am protecting Jared's role in this for as long as I possibly can, and Roxy's too. I had Dan hammering me for who told about the plan, and then ofc Alex wanted to know too, but he can eat a dick for all I care (in the context of the game of course.... love him to death as a person), and I'm just not going to tell anyone. I want Jared to maintain all the relationships he has on a 100% trust basis, so that way if he feels like he's gotta tell me something, he's going to be able to have that information I had to fill Regan in, and I know she is still 100% on my side because she is being VERY open about who she wants out after what happened this round. Dan? I really really want to trust him again, and I think I cut a huge tie of his removing Ricky from the game, and now I have to give him a little bit of what he wants.. I want to pick his brain and really see his top choice of who he wants to go this round, and I am going to try to help him be successful in that move, so that he can trust me. I really want him to say that he wants to go for someone, and for me to 100% support him on it. It's going to be one of the biggest leaps hopefully, in his eyes, that I trust him again and I've got his back.. As for Asya, who was another one who I was surprised about.. She doesn't know that I know yet, that she spilled our alliance to Ricky, and that Ricky dished that information back to Dan, and THAT is another reason as to why Dan didn't trust me, so I'm keeping my eye on that for now, but I really just want Asya to trust me also. I knew I needed Asya and Dan back on my side the MOST after this entire debocle, and by getting rid of Ricky, which cuts off both of their ties with a strong player, I draw them closer to me, and them seeing me as one of their bigger options. The best thing with Asya too is that we had a legitimately genuine conversation about how we could get closer and we should open up more about our personal lives and not even get to know each other on a game level, just because this is our second game going deep together, and I want to get to know her y'know!!! I think my position is definitely a million times better than it was before tribal, but I'm definitely not out of the weeds yet. Dan and Asya seem to be back and genuine with me, and I know Jared isn't going to just save me one round, and then take me out the following round. It'd be foolish, so i think I've got that relationship too, along with my strong allegiances with the people I've already been working with, knew about every facet of that move, and still trust me (i.e. Augusto, Roxy, Vilma, Regan). I know that my chances of making it to the end are getting smaller and smaller because what I did to protect myself, and HOW I pulled the move off really impressed my closest allies, and I know the gold medal is a lot more appealing when there's 6-7 people left in the game than loyalties, so I know my chances are already shot, especially because the only people I think would actually want me to go to the end with them are Augusto and Vilma, and even then is a bit of a stretch, so now it's just a game of how deep I can get and how well I can play off everything that's just happened....... As for my next move? Literally chop Alex's head off with a machete until he's into a million pieces, cooked in the shitty ass pot we've been using for 34 days, and then be gone :) 1. Telling me at tribal that we weren't going to rocks LIVE to try to get me to change my idol play was a MOOD. Alex is dead ass one of the worst liars ever, and if you know you can't let things come out of your mouth and be 100% confident you're being convincing with what you're saying, then leave it over text.. like lol 2. Looking like his dog fucking died when I played my idol was priceless, but also extremely telling of how badly he wanted me out 3. Lying to me the entire day and not telling me about the vote...... bitch bye 4. Saying "ha ha" when I said "final two my ass" when the votes were being read 5. RE ENFORCING THE F2 WE HAD FOUR DAYS BEFORE THIS TRIBAL COUNCIL HAPPENED...... literally such an lol So yea. I think I have more. I definitely would have to go back in my host chat, but in the realm of the game, everything Alex has done has made me want nothing more than for him to go, and the best thing about this entire concept is that I think there are people on "the other side" who would not mind voting out Alex either because his social game kinda sucks and he's a liability to keep around because he is the entire reason the Dan blindside got blown up, and I know Jared was pissed about that.. The reasons are too good, but now it's just if I can pull it off. At the end of the day, I'm on cloud nine after that last tribal, and it's time to go to work to see if I can make a thing or two more go my way.. I'm just trying to survive as long as I can and continue to have fun playing the game, bc tbh, I'm having a fucking blast right now lmao

(A LITTLE LATER)

THIS IS ALSO ANOTHER REALLY FUNNY MOOD BIG PRO OF RICKY GOING HOME WAS THAT I DIDN'T HAVE REGAN COME BACK TO RICKY SAYING "oh yea johnny said in the main chat that you wanted me out by accident" BC I DID DO THAT, BUT NOW RICKY ISN'T HERE TO TELL THE TALE Hopefully Regan isn't mad at me and finds out about it at some point, but Ricky said he didn't even pick up on it when I said it the first time lmao oops? Ready for this auction tomorrow!!!!!!

I stan trying our best to win things in the auction, only to win absolutely nothing. I am laughing so hard haha my life Is falling apart, I can't even get an idol, Nicole goes to Ghost Island. I am literally shook. It's not really bad for my game? And I feel like I'm good at Touchy Subjects? Idk, I'm just hoping I make single digits. As far as my game goes, I'm gonna try to be super social this round and make up some time. I want to get back with Johnny and Augusto and really form a bond with them again because I feel kinda bad about the last round, but also not at the same time?? dflkjdaslkfdj idk? I feel like this game is picking up and I really like where I'm sitting.

that auction sucked

https://youtu.be/vrhmDKxdB7w

I forgot to make a confessional again. Anyways, so the true tea is I have no clue what is going on in this game at this point. I’m pretty sure I’m the weakest competitor here? Which is fun because nobody will go for me heh heh heh heh, and this round they can’t anyway because I am on GHOSF ISLAND! It’s very lonely here and Isaac has not yet let me play the game but it’d be super cute if I got something else that I could will to Jared because I think he might be in trouble this round. We are going to hang out with Johnny today in person and I CANT talk about the game with either of them which is a blessing because I feel like it’s all they would talk about with me. Anyways I think everyone knows....I’m not giving my 100% effort to this game right now. But once I tackle this depression and my hair grows out and I lose ten pounds and get my ghost island game and get an idol and idol out Johnny even though he’s immune and Johnny drags Vilma and Dan out with him so I don’t have to ever vote Dan out, it’s over for your bitches. Straight up.

https://youtu.be/3rwZpqAyoUE

This round should be interesting? I kinda feel good? But I’m not entirely sure obviously. I feel like I have no other play but be with Augusto, Johnny, and Vilma. I feel like I could get closer to Jared, but I’m tired of playing the middle. I feel like I’m doing okay for not even doing well in any of these challenges. I’m trying not to be too much of a comp threat this game. I love my edgic being INV this round probably bc I’m not doing shit

I think my name has been completely worked out of the discussion for this round. I hope that's accurate, if not... good on everyone. Now I just have an important game altering decision to make. Augusto or Alex? Well, it turns out Regan might be idoling Augusto? Which is good I guess, but if Alex plays an idol too, THEN WHAT. So I could throw my vote on Dan, with the potential of it going to a tied vote. If I got rocked out because of that?? Never forgiving myself. I don't know what I'm going to do quite yet, but I have less than 40 mins to figure it out. The other thing is that I could be getting votes and look like an even bigger idiot for making this confessional. Oof. Okay let's take a look-see at the numbers. Johnny, Augusto, Roxy, *Regan- Alex Alex, Asya, Dan, Vilma- Augusto * = unsure. I could weaken Dan tremendously here by taking out Alex, but I'm also taking out someone who I've been loyal to the whole time. I have built a lot of trust with Johnny by leaking last rounds vote, and I literally met him and Ryan from Mykonos with Nicole today in Times Square. And then Disney Amanda and Steffen showed up. Iconic? I am partial to testing Johnny's trust, but, I don't really trust him at all. I really really trust Roxy though, which could be a huge mistake. I see her and Asya as frontrunners at this point. Anyways this is getting rambling but this game is a MESS and I feel like a sapphire-idoly boii Tune into tribal, it could very well be a good one folks.

Aaaaalright last round was such an emotional rollercoaster I had to skip confessionals to avoid having to cringe at them afterwards. Here's a recap: Earlier I was told rumors that Johnny had been talking around telling several people that Dan and I wanted to vote Nicole out, which I don't ever recall telling to anybody so when I heard about the rumors I was obviously suuuper confused. Days went by and I had heard from multiple different people that Johnny was the one to start those rumors but I remained suspicious, because I couldn't really see a good enough motive for Johnny to do that. People kept telling me that he has a tendency of wanting to play the puppet master and wanting to shake things up and cause drama between people. I didn't want to believe it but since nobody ever came forward to deny the rumors I decided to keep my eye on him. Next tribal I heard Johnny was getting targeted, and originally I was trying to see if there was any way I could save him from going home, but I knew Dan was unhappy with the Johnny rumors and would likely flip to take him out, so I decided it would be smart of me to go along with the majority and sacrifice him. I also saw him as a big threat, so even though I genuinely like him, I didn't think it would have been a horrible thing from my perspective if he went home. But a little over an hour before tribal Johnny comes forward to tell me that he has an idol! Plus he asked me permission to pretend it was the idol I found from Takamaka. I WAS SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK because I ended up somehow unwillingly positioned in the middle of this whole mess and whatever I decided to do I would end up backstabbing someone and making them angry. I was having a major breakdown in my host chat but let's not talk about that. Then Johnny asked me to actually vote HIM so people wouldn't suspect we were working together....... O-M-G. That plan sounded perfect; I wouldn't have to backstab anyone and I would have a chance to get out of a shitty situation without too much blood on my hands. Johnny tried to make me change my vote to Nicole last minute but I refused and voted Johnny anyways to keep on everyone's good side, whoops. I was also pretty happy Johnny decided to idol Ricky out, since I never talked to him too much and he was close to Dan and Asya, who I hope will now more likely rely on my help if they ever need extra numbers to make a move. After the vote I tried to clear things up with Dan, Asya and Johnny and I think nobody is too angry at me anymore which is nice. I was afraid I'd end up in the middle of a huge drama and I'd like to consider myself a drama-free person so phew I'm so happy I was able to dodge that bullet. Okay this confessional is already super long I think I'm writing a separate one about this round see you soon HEHE.

I’ll make a more in depth one soon but some people are trying it tonight and like... where has this trying energy been all game (@Alex) because it jumped out all of a sudden! If I do go home tonight, I think I’ve played a solid game thus far and had a pretty good experience as people such as Johnny, Vilma, Regan, Dan, Roxy, and even Jared sometimes have been awesome to me and made things fun! ❤️

okay uhm confessional time i----- I won immunity, which was awesome. The killer touchy subjects strategy of putting what you think the majority is going to say both times came in CLUTCH In terms of the touchy subjects answers? nothing really surprises me. being predicted to be voted out next just makes the most sense since seven people just voted for me.. so I understand why i got that one. I should've put myself too tbh, but I think I got the more intuitive ones correct, so that made me feel kinda good Tonight's tribal? I'm praying Alex goes home.. The kid still hasn't come to me about voting for me, after swearing up down left and right a f2 with me, and I find it kinda shookening, especially since his name is going around tonight, and I'm genuine when I say that if he just approached me, I probably wouldn't have been so hellbent on wanting him out, but oh well.. i hope he goes I know Augusto is getting the other bulk of the votes? I'm not SUPER sure who is voting where.. i've heard dan is being a dickhead again and he might go for augusto. I know Regan might be playing her idol on Augusto at tribal, which would be #dramaaaaaaaaaa and I really hope that this is alex or asya maybe playing a vote steal to get the numbers on their side, because then regan would LEGITIMATELY have to play the idol.. oh well, we'll see. she said she'd play it on him also in other news, I hungout with Jared and Nicole IRL, and because we RESPECT the game that's going on, when we were walking around the city, I spent a lot of time talking to Jared about today's vote and how arbitrary it's been for us to be on opposite sides, and guaranteeing that if we joined together that there'd be nothing stopping us, and then he offered me a 100% f3 with him, that we'd try to get to the end of the game together. I am 100% planning on accepting it with the intended purpose of keeping it true. I just hope that it isn't one of those things where he's like "oh yea we're not going to vote you" but then votes out all of my closest allies instead and im stuck in the game getting dragged to finals via jared's strategic play, but honestly, I believe the man. He seemed very genuine, and if he isn't being genuine, then he's a snake and it is what it is anywhom.. praying augusto stays and nothing bad happens to him. alex going would be best for my game, especially because I just think he deserves what's coming to him after how last round went with him and I, and the excuses he made for breaking our f2

I trust no one but Johnny fuck everyone. Fuck wasting my idol. But I have to Jared and Johnny both told me to play it so he res to that

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Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 1 In the Name of Love

*Not technically a liveblog since I took my notes a couple days ago when I watched the ep but I just went back and took screencaps and added stuff soo... kinda? But anyway, HERE WE GO! My thoughts and screencaps under the cut!

The still shots with the sounds of Gora chopping wood in the background are a nice opening to the series- pretty artistic.

I’m not going to get too much into the opening dialogue about chikuwabu because @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer pretty much broke it down as much as it’s possible in their brilliant analysis here. I pretty much LOVE that analysis and find it amazeballs because I’m a derp and know nothing about the cuisine they’re talking about so that entire speech went over my head on first watch.

WOMBAT’S PORTAL TO SPACE WTF. And En’s ‘unknown lifeform’ line right before this is technically foreshadowing even though the event happens literally two seconds later.

Lolol wombat stinks

Yumoto’s first line sounds so different than he usually does- his professional voice is like WHOAH. Then he sees Wombat and turns into the Yumoto we all have come to know and love. (OR AT LEAST I LOVE HIM)

Pfffff their faces. “Slowly... slowly... don’t draw attention...”

Fancy music for the Student Council~

OHHHH KINCHAN SO COLD. Such an ice princess.

ARIMA Y SO SASSY? I wonder if he knows the circumstances between Kinshirou and Atsushi? If he does then this line holds weight- “you must have it easy” as in having a friend around? If he knows it’s not just a dig at their class/lazy reputation, it’s he’s genuinely upset for Kinshirou being so lonely. (Which in that particular screencap it could be even more telling because Kinshirou is walking further ahead of Ibushi and Akoya)

Our first monster of the week, Chiku Kazutake! - I remember when I first saw this I was super duper confused like ‘who is this stupid guy’ and ‘where are the pretty boys from the promos he isn’t pretty at all’

His inner monologue is pretty depressing, though. And relatable AF.

TAWARAYAMA AND WOMBAT FOR THE FIRST TIME LOLOLOLOL EVERYBODY’S LIKE WTF

Side note here- how many variations of uniforms does this school accept? We’ve got sweaters, no jackets, buttoned/unbuttoned, En missing his tie (which is a violation), and then the SC and their fancy uniforms and then... Yumoto. In his sailor collar. WHICH DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE. IS THAT A VIOLATION TOO OR IS THAT ACCEPTABLE? Was that Yumoto’s Junior High shirt that he just wears underneath the Binan high jacket? I AM CONFUSED.

I suppose Yumoto’s sailor collar could symbolize his innocence but I have a hard time believing that the teachers and other staff would tolerate him wearing that if it’s not an actual uniform variation.

Wombat is a space tourist

Snerk

LOLOLO Yumoto uses Wombat’s confusion of ‘pass/acceptance’ against him hahahahaha. I love wordplayyyyy.

When Io and Ryuu are first introduced they seem like they’re going to be such one-note characters with one-track minds. I suppose it’s a parody of the archetypes rounding out magical girl groups buuuut still. (And then they run away to be some of the most popular characters go figure).

Atsushi is such a mom though but you definitely can tell he knows what kinchan would say. And I now realize I don’t have screencaps of Io and Ryuu’s suggestions that lead to this line and I’m too lazy to go back and get them oops.

Back to the loser. Eating lunch by himself.

But seriously this kid’s eyes creep me out. WHY DOES HE NOT HAVE A WHITE PART???

Whose voice is that who says the caption? Is it Kinshirou? I can’t place it.

I don’t know Japanese but does Yumoto have a dialect? The subtitle in this ONE SCREENCAP seem to indicate so- dropping the ‘g’ sound is an indicator of a southern accent or certain city accents (like Boston or Brooklyn) so I’m not sure if it was unintentional or deliberate on the part of the subtitles? He doesn’t SOUND any different than the other characters but again, for all I know he could be using a regional dialect and little old me who only speaks English wouldn’t know the difference. Anyone know here? Is it just a marker of childish speech? Or a legit accent/dialect?

Angry wombat is angry.

Io making money off of defective products - I have a feeling he’s done that before... oh so sneaky.

All this talk about the Loveless makes me think Kingdom Hearts.

PSSSSSSSSH. YUMOTO. YOU KNOW WHY THEY QUESTION YOU???

PFFFT THIS SCENE.

THE POSES.

THE FORCED DIALOGUE.

Yumoto is so casual about it lolol he must watch magical girl animes.

Woooo dramatic poses!

Omg the s1 transformations I forgot about these. Their voices as they call out their ‘battle cries’ sound different than in later eps. En’s voice especially sounds way deeper- maybe they had the direction of ‘try to make as many panties wet as possible?” lolololol

I remember thinking when I first watched this that Io’s hair made him kinda ugly (cuz y’know, bowl cut much?) but then his transformation happened and I’m like shit man you know how to put on a performance. Holy shit he’s beautiful. I headcanon that as stoic and cool as Io acts he’s actually SUPER into the Battle Lover thing. Like he loves the fights and blowing off steam when it’s actually a threat. His demeanor is the one that changes the most when they transform, I think.

Aww Atsushi looks so embarrassed

Ryuu IS ADORABLE. He’s all “I’m so pretty!”

The kabuki rule is in effect in episode 1 lololol. Look at this Chikuwabu fucker waiting patiently in the background for the Battle Lovers to speech and transform before attacking.

Yumoto goes boing boing~ So bouncy!

Love stick… so suggestive. The dialogue is killing me.

THE SPARKLING PRINCE IS GONNA SPARKLE YOUR SPARKLES OFF

OMG CAN HE GET ANY CUTER?

This is where I was sold on Yumoto being my fave. Fuckin’ adorable.

Yumoto goes with the flow so well- the other boys are jelly

Or at least Ryuu is

Atsushi - we might as well treat a farce as a farce

HAHAHAHA NAMING THE ATTACKS STUPID THINGS

I AM AWESOME FIRE Ryuu you’re silly

Aww Yumoto and his coupons.

ROCK MUSIC STUDENT COUNCIL

DEM BOOTS

And then we see the s1 opening for the first time! I really really love this song, it’s so damn cute.

Side note- The SC’s voices in their line really blend well together… almost better than the DC

En’s pose in the opening is so cute - I didn’t grab a screencap because of the credits rolling by but y’all know what I’m talking about.

YUMOTO AND DUCKIES

Aaaaand that’s the end of Episode 1! When I first watched this episode I was at my friend’s house and I spent the entirety of the episode laughing my ass off on her couch while she just stared at me like WTF. As far as pilots go, aside from the opening scene, it doesn’t set up much other than the setting and characters but damn it makes it an enjoyable ride. I think it took me a few more episodes to get hooked but I was giggling the entire time. Is it a particularly strong pilot? Not really. Is it enough to get you to tune in for episode 2? Absolutely.

So screencapping and all that shit took FOREVER. Maybe I’ll get to Episode 2 before I hit the hay but my liveblog updates might be a smidgen sporadic. Hopefully I can offer more in terms of deep commentary in later eps, but for now it’s the beginning~ I might repost some of my screencaps in individual posts later for reblog purposes but we’ll see. :3

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